Credits & Acknowledgements
Oh, I have stirred the slurry bonding mix,
And dreamed the day I'd finish the wings;
Forever I've stippled, and peel plied the boxy fus
Which is still a boat- and done a hundred things
I had never dreamed of- scratched and squinted and swore
Down in my basement Stooping there,
I've chased a wayward AN bolt and knocked
My wet lay-up to the ground.
Read, re-read the long, detailed instruction book
I've still done dumb things with easy grace
Which never Vance or Nat would do.
And, whenever my clammy, rubber mask I've worn
A sudden, uncontrollable itch begins
Put up my hand, and epoxyed my face again.
Steve Hagan, with apologies to Lt. Gillespie