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06.14.2021

Amelia Earhart, if you would believe it

Lives at the end of the block

Don't believe me? Well, that's just fine

You can find out the truth with a knock

Yet who might come to the door just before

Could throw you right off of the track

You see she lives at a big boarding house

With residents stacked front to back

And not just any boarding house

It's a home for aged ace flyers

From all over the globe, pilots come there

To ground their old bones and retire

So you might meet a great, grey astronaut

Who has circled the Earth in his ship

Now he's cooking up bacon for BLTs

With a spatula strapped to his hip

Or you might meet a dusty old vulture

Who bows as he answers the door

His formality wanes as he welcomes you in

Then returns to his meal on the floor

Or you could meet the great balloonist, Sky Fopps

Who sailed the world by his flame

He's grown absent-minded and sometimes forgets

Where he's been as well as his name

On second thought maybe you should not go

Seeking to find Lady Earhart

Chances are slim that she'd come to the door

And once in you might wish to depart