The Few


Fighter pilots brave and bold
Like King Arthur's Knights of old
Cocky, sure and devil may care
Defended Britain in the air
By day or night and weather grim
They never let the Bandits' win
At tree top height or Angels' high
They won the battle in the sky
Now alas! They're almost gone
Just a few now carry on
Very soon there'll be no more
Fighter pilots of the war

(Bandits' contemporary Royal Air Force jargon for enemy planes.
Angels' the same for thousands of feet in altitude)

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