The Whirlwind HAS Mk. 7
(To the tune of Men of Harlech)
Every Ocean on this plannit
Has a WHIRLWIND in it,
Only takes just half a minnit,
In we go again.
We dunked our balls in ocean water,
ALVIS thought we didn’t oughter
So they made the engines falter,
In we go again.
Curses on this aircraft
The makers they were so daft,
Hover trials
For hours and hours,
But still the engine faltered.
Engine ancient,
So outdated,
Round the wrong way it rotated
Oil feeds they were quite negated
Let us try again.
At times we floated around and wondered,
Who the bloody hell had blundered
Soaking wet we cursed and chundered,
Here we ditch again.
Sitting in our dinghies retching
From here the Planeguard looks quite fetching,
Now he’s ditched, it must be cetching.
Here we go again.
Boost is slowly dropping,
Clammy brow needs mopping,
In we go,
And head to toe
The water’s all round us slopping.
Clothes are dripping,
Sharks are sniffing,
In my dinghy, trousers whiffing,
Give me back my dear old GANNET
To fly me safe again.