A pilot bold was I, my lad,"
The old man hung his head,
A pilot for a plane, my lad,"
(The old P. W. lied)
"Was yours a P-thirty-eight, Granddad?"
He hears the old man sob:
"The lowest plane of all, my lad,
A tough 'P.W.' job."
"And did you shoot some Nips, Grand Dad?
And chase them from the air?"