Tinpis got this from Alky and sent on to me:
THE MAN FROM RAMU RIVER
Down along the Ramu river
where the Annenburgers dwell
and missionaries are in hundreds
all with a creed to sell.
There came a daring flyer
by the name of Michael Grant
who left behind a legend
that became a sing-sing chant.
As he roared into the circuit
of Annenberg that day
he thought about the village folk
and of their work and play.
He wondered how they killed the time
in such a fess-hole spot
and came up with the answer
with food and sleep and ****.
Now the landing was a good one
for everyone to see
and Mike was high in spirits
he indulged in repartee.
Disgorged his load then looked about
for fares on his return
he cast his eyes on anxious tribe
with money there to burn.
The tribe, half score and cashless
was soon sitting in the kite
their cargo followed suit
Mike deduced it far from light.
Half a dozen mammoth billums
fifteen Kakaruks as well
Muruks, pigs and kaukau too
by jesus what a smell.
He did his checks and line up
then gave the donks full blast
and proceeded with the take-off
acceleration wasn't fast.
The airspeed stayed at sixty
and not a damned knot more
he nipped the buttons on the seat
and 'sheet' the pilot swore.
Down along the Ramu airstrip
about a marker from the end
he gave her sixty inches
the situation to amend.
And at this time as if to add
more troubles to his woes
a Muruk picked a locker catch
open sprung the bloody nose.
A flock of fowls came flying out
as off the strip ran they
to plunge into the Ramu drink
with a mighty shower of spray.
She floated for a little while
the tribe was heard to sing
"Mipela I dai pinis"
as they climbed onto the wing.
Then came the final plunge
the plane sank out of sight
beneath the Ramu's flowing waves
by jesus, what a fright.
Our hero swam like a champion
as he made towards the shore
he'd led a life of adventure
but none like this before.
For dodging crocs in a river
was not his type of fun
and Junior would really blow his stack
when he heard what he had done.
A Preacher helped him up the bank
placed a towel around his head
Grant regailed him with a hearty
"God f... me f...ing dead!"
He knocked the preacher to the ground
and his temper vented loose
the air was blue with obscenities
and sounds of his abuse.
He demolished half the township
kicked a stray dog in the guts
grabbed the strip reporting agent
and removed the fellow's nuts.
Now the Man from Ramu River
is a household word today
and canoes are all the rage again
down Annenburger way.
The very thought of flying
will cause these folks to shiver
they'll not forget that fateful day
the 402 went in the river.
Sadly, we believe Mike subsequently died in an aircraft accident in Africa.