Ode to a Spitfire!

We had a little visit
From a fighter from the past
He sent us all a-shiver
With the shadow that he cast.

Spitfire was the Codename
That he chose to use
He seemed so mad and hyper
That we thought he'd blow a fuse!!

We thought "By gum he's mental -
Get him out of that cockpit -
He must be high on crack-cocaine
As he's really 'out' of it!!"

So we set the floodlights on him
And we retreated underground;
The gunners set to firing -
Since then - we haven't heard a sound!

So - Spitfire if you're listening
And have survived our line of fire -
Why don't you say "Surrender!"
Then come home and just retire!!


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