Ash Cloud
There was a young man from Melbourne who was trying to catch a plane
But no matter how hard he tried, the answer was always the same
“There are no flights my lad, come back and try tomorrow”
So off he skipped with a hop and a jump, determined to not show his sorrow.
Instead he went for a Thunderbird ride, with sun on his face and back
Wondering from what new angle he could approach his attack
Perhaps he could sprout wings and a long steady tail and take to the skies himself
Perhaps he could catch a lift with the PM and really exert some stealth
But he decided instead to go with the flow and see what tomorrow would bring
Because he knew that with the phone, skype and a smile he could always ring
His girl on the other side of the world, waiting with patience and a wiggle
Since between them, for months, despite the 25,000 miles, they’d always had a giggle
So bother the grounded planes with the volcanic glass-filled ash descending
As every cloud of volcanic lining had to eventually have a ‘silver’ ending
Soon their laughter and smiles would be able to be shared together
And they could be one, day in day out, and it would feel like forever.
Since, where there’s a will there’s always a way, and things will come right in time
And where there’s laughter, joy and such deep friendship, they will eventually find
That ash will go, planes will fly and this disruption will be a shared memory of the past
But hurry up you damn Gods of the skies and make it bloody fast!
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But no matter how hard he tried, the answer was always the same
“There are no flights my lad, come back and try tomorrow”
So off he skipped with a hop and a jump, determined to not show his sorrow.
Instead he went for a Thunderbird ride, with sun on his face and back
Wondering from what new angle he could approach his attack
Perhaps he could sprout wings and a long steady tail and take to the skies himself
Perhaps he could catch a lift with the PM and really exert some stealth
But he decided instead to go with the flow and see what tomorrow would bring
Because he knew that with the phone, skype and a smile he could always ring
His girl on the other side of the world, waiting with patience and a wiggle
Since between them, for months, despite the 25,000 miles, they’d always had a giggle
So bother the grounded planes with the volcanic glass-filled ash descending
As every cloud of volcanic lining had to eventually have a ‘silver’ ending
Soon their laughter and smiles would be able to be shared together
And they could be one, day in day out, and it would feel like forever.
Since, where there’s a will there’s always a way, and things will come right in time
And where there’s laughter, joy and such deep friendship, they will eventually find
That ash will go, planes will fly and this disruption will be a shared memory of the past
But hurry up you damn Gods of the skies and make it bloody fast!
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