Silly little fly was burning on a candle Burning the small fry, smoke that is so tender Little star has fallen into the puddle by the steps The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter
The dead one did not live, the sick's not kicked the bucket The seer was not blind, the sleeper is still tucked in Merry beating brave hearts (in morse code would tell) The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter
No-one was more dear, no-one was more pretty No-one was more pained, no-one was more happy There was no beginning and there was no end The squadron did not notice the fallen fighter