MY SAVIOR IN A BOTTLE

My little airplane took a nosedive,

I thought soon, I would not be alive,

Then right below me, did appear,

A truck full of new, bottled beer,

The splashing beer gave me a revive.

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THE WIND PUSHED ME FROM THE AIR, TOWARD DEATH AND DESPAIR

I was high in the sky with my little plane,

When the sky decided to have a plane drain,

I raced to the ground,

And made a "BOOM!" sound,

Now I walk round my hood with a cane.