Oh Mother, dear mother,
take down the blue star.
Replace it with one that is gold.
Your son is a Helldiver driver;
he’ll never be 30 years old.
The people who work for Curtiss
are frequently good and drunk.
One day with an awful hangover,
they designed and built an old clunk.
The wings are built with precision,
the fuselage so strong it won’t fail.
Who were the half-witted people
who designed the cockpit and tail?
The skipper hates Helldiver drivers
he doesn’t think much of that clunk.
Each time we fly aboard his carrier,
he prays that his ship won’t be sunk.
My body lies over the ocean;
my body lies under the sea.
My body lies under the ocean
wrapped up in an SB2C!
https://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2017/09/helldiver-overhead-yorktown-for-landing.html
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