Biplane pilot Coy

Biplane pilot Coy avoids in the last moment a flock of flying corduroy pants being eaten by flying ants, cheers from down below, pantless soldiers hail to the King of the sky, We love you Coy, and the King responds with an autograph of smoke, What a swell bloke, Private A nudges Private B, You have a bee in your pants, Let me see, says Private C and grabs the binocular, there are birds on the funicular, Shoot them down, I can’t, it’s late, I just ate, and Coy disappears in a cloud of joy, and soldiers hail to the gates of Troy.


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