I find it very hard to be
About people who go around being air-minded.
I just can't see any
In soaring up up up into the
When the chances are still a fresh cool orchid to a paper
That you'll unsoar down down down onto your (to you) invaluable cranium.
I know the constant
About how safer up in God's trafficless heaven than in an automobile or a
But…My God, have you ever taken a good look at a strut?
Then that one about how you're in Boston before you can say antidis-
So that preferring to take five hours by rail is a pernicious example of antiquarianism.
At least when I get on the Boston train I have a good chance of landing in the South
And not in that part of the daily press which is reserved for victims of aviation.
Then, despite the assurance that aeroplanes are terribly comfortable I notice that when you are railroading or
You don't have to take a paper bag along just in case of a funny feeling.
It seems to me that no kind of
Brings such speedy retribution as ignoring the law of gravity.
Therefore nobody could possibly indict me for
When I swear that I wish the Wright brothers had gone in for silver fox farming or tree surgery.
