The Co-Pilot
I'm the co-pilot, I sit on the right, Its up to me to be quick and bright. I never talk back lest I have regrets, I have to remember what the captain forgets. I make up the flight plan and study the weather, Pull up the gear and stand by to feather. Make out the mail forms and do the reporting And fly the old crate when the captain is courting. I take the readings and adjust the power, Put on the heaters when we're in a shower. I give him his bearings on the darkest of nights And all the bookwork without any lights. I call for my captain and buy him a coke And I always laugh at his corniest jokes And once in a while when his landings are rusty, I always come through with "by gawd, but its gusty. " So all in all, I'm a general stooge As I sit on the right of the man I call scrooge. I suppose you think that is past understanding But maybe some day he will give me a landing.
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