The COPILOT
By Keith Murray, DC-3 copilot
I am the copilot, I sit on the right
It's up to me to be quick and bright
I never talk back for I have regreats,
But I have to remember what the captain forgets
I make out the Flight Plan and study the weather
Pull up the gear, standby to feather;
Make out the mail forms and do the reporting
And fly the old crate while the captain is courting.
I take the readings, adjust the power,
Put on the heaters when we're in a shower
Tell him where we are on the darkest night,
And do all the book work without any light.
I call for my captain and buy him cokes;
I always laugh at his corny jokes,
And once in a while when his landings are rusty,
I always come through with, "By gosh, it's gusty!"
All in all I'm a general stooge
As I sit to the right of the man I call "scrooge";
I guess you think that is past understanding,
But maybe one day he will give me a landing.