Pull the blade once or twice

On a cold morning with dew

The Merlin engine coughs out smoke

But always runs true.

 

With a hand operated air brake system

As you taxi along

The engine at 90 kts my lift off feels strong.

Then up in the air you feel a delight

The controls are so easy

You should see it in flight.

 

In tight formation with the sun right behind

Our eye’s wide open for the Hun in the Skies

To stop their deliverance of bombs dropped in vain

The disaster they cause

The never-ending pain

 

An aircraft so technical

The aerodynamics just right

The power of the Merlin engine

The Spitfire won the fight.

Copyright ©2004 Tony smith