He Don't Like Night Flights

Fly you bastard fly,so we get home to sleep

And get us to our loved ones,and not feed the creatures of the deep

Occaisional times the wing may wobble,as air pockets we fly through

And if it gets a bit too bad,we may have to visit the loo

Hope it's not going to be long before we approach to land

So I may release the whitening of knuckles,that I have in each hand