My Will I Write Before The Flight

I have a fear of flying,
Or anything to do with flight;
Because of my anticipation,
My will I sit down to write.

Now, my horse, so tall and shining,
With a coat as clear as light,
Shall be given a bag of oats,
And stabled every night.

Set alight my bridle, reins and saddle,
Pile and burn them in a heap,
O'er me like a veil, cast their ashes,
To protect me in my sleep.

Now, my other mighty charger,
The big six Hemi Valiant type,
With its radiant orange glow,
And its black trim and silver stripe,

This will be my funeral pyre,
Like no Pharaoh's ever seen;
Lay me in and stretch me out,
Between back seat and driver screen.

My boots and spurs are to be burnished,
Yes, polished like they've never been,
My hat, before placed upon my head,
Should be brushed and dusted clean.

To my right wrist, tie my stockwhip,
Leave the window down on the driver's side,
As I may well wish to crack it,
As I take my final ride.

Well, that's my will and testament,
Before my dreadful, fatal flight;
The airport looms before me,
As I stand shaking here, with fright.

I just hope the pilot's competent,
And that his flight crew is the best,
And I hope the stunning brunette hostess,
Will grant my last request.

Copyright; Wally J.Kenworthy & Mark Feldman