for the power of the sky is here
up in the blue miles aloft
destroying democracy's enemies
with explosive eggs
dropped from big metal birds
but not all made it home
for the enemy was strong
and cunning with a will to fight
one yankee boy sat on the edge
buffeted by a wind like none
two hundred miles an hour
threatened to rip the boy apart
he sat there on the edge
an edge four or five miles high
behind him his airplane burned
and was doomed like its crew
did he actually jump
and use his 'chute?
ten men in an alloy coffin
full of gas and ammo and bombs
ready for was and will for use
who hit them?
nazi shells from who?
it doesn't matter for they were named
on the devil's list
off to hades
would they be able to pay?
the ferryman needed payment
his was an arduous job...
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