Tail Dragger I hate your guts
I have the licence, ratings, and such
but to make you go straight is driving me nuts.
With hours of teaching and controls in my clutch
It takes a little rudder – easy, that’s too much!
Yes you see I learned to fly in a tricycle gear
With one up front and two at the rear.
She was sleek and clean and easy to steer
But this miserable thing with tires and struts
Takes a little rudder – easy, that’s too much!
It demands your attention on the take off roll,
Or it heads towards the boonies as you pour on coal
Gotta hang loose, don’t over control .
This wicked little plane is just too much
With a lot of zigzagging and words obscene
I think I’ve mastered this slippery machine.
Its not too bad if you have the touch
Just a little rudder – easy, that’s too much.
I relax for a second and from the corner of my eye
I suddenly realise , with a gasp and a cry
Thats my own tail going by!
You ground looping wreck, I hate yours guts
Give a little rudder – Oh no, THAT,S TOO MUCH.