Twas the night before VFAT...
Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 5:20 pm
Twas the night before VFAT, when all through the house.
Not a pilot was stiring, not even a mouse.
The helmets were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that VFAT soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of aircraft flew in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a diamond formation high in the air.
With a young spritely driver, in a nice polished hat,
I knew in a moment it must be VFAT.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With birds and clouds and the sun brightly too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the sky
Those magnificent jets, all flying by.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
I heard loud thunder, now what was that sound.
A jet roaring past, you said, you know,
Well it must be VFAT, on with the show!
The sky filled with smoke, the jets in their might,
Roaring from the ground, as they all take flight.
He sprang to his jet, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
As I stood in awe, as they flew out of sight,
"Happy VFAT to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a pilot was stiring, not even a mouse.
The helmets were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that VFAT soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of aircraft flew in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a diamond formation high in the air.
With a young spritely driver, in a nice polished hat,
I knew in a moment it must be VFAT.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With birds and clouds and the sun brightly too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the sky
Those magnificent jets, all flying by.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
I heard loud thunder, now what was that sound.
A jet roaring past, you said, you know,
Well it must be VFAT, on with the show!
The sky filled with smoke, the jets in their might,
Roaring from the ground, as they all take flight.
He sprang to his jet, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
As I stood in awe, as they flew out of sight,
"Happy VFAT to all, and to all a good-night!"
