The Copilot

I am the copilot, and I sit on the right,

Its up to me to be quick and bright,

I never talk back for I have no regrets,

But I have to remember what the Captain forgets.

I make out the flight plan and study the weather,

Pull up the gear and stand by to feather,

Make out the mail forms and do the reporting,

And fly the old crate while the Captain is courting.

I take the readings, adjust the power,

Put on the heaters when we're in a shower,

Tell him where we are on the darkest of night,

And do all the bookwork without any light.

I call for my captain and buy him cokes,

I always laugh at his corny jokes,

And once in a while when his landings are rusty,

I always come thru with "by gosh it's gusty!"

All in all, I'm a general stooge,

As I sit on the right of the man I call "Scrooge",

I guess you think that its past understanding,

But maybe someday he will give me a landing.

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