To Kalispell you flew,
For the Big Sky.

A wretched sot transported you--
Errant flyin'. . .
Thought you'd be dyin'.

When the plane had landed,
You're bussin' the ground.
The flight had gone badly--
Near dam he damn near ditched it and drowned.

The careless fellow flew
You through the sky,
Up high.

Carefree dude,
He was rude,
He was crude,
He was stewed--Boozo clown.
Up in the air,
He had the DTs;
You're glad you're down.

You fear-peed.

Into Helena. . .flew.
Her cockpit--fine.