The Wing-Walker

Robbo. (Wiki.)

There’s something crazy, hilarious

Yet something sublime

We go over the harness

Snap in the lines

She going to wing-walk

For the very first time

One classy lady – delirious

I can’t believe, that this can be serious

She’s so darned cute —

In her helmet and curls

She has no parachute

She’s one heck of a girl

Taxi out onto the strip

Carefully weave from right to left

I tell her on the intercom;

‘We’re going up next.”

She signals to go

As I throttle up slow

Her knees start to shake as I let up the brake

The air starts to flow

The plane want to go

Feel the power through the seat

Glance at the gauge, engine has heat

One quick low pass

Ten feet up, above the green grass

I push her up into a roll

And that crazy woman lets go

Now, there’s no danger —

She’s tied on there pretty good

But it did kind of startle me so

And after a while it was time to come down

The old biplane’s wheels touch the ground

The real challenge still lies ahead

But I’ve never really cared for what anyone said

I am going ask this strange girl to marry me.