The Penguin Driver

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Title:     The Penguin Driver
Author: Everard Jack Appleton [More Titles by Appleton]

At home, he drove a taxi,
A job he'd now disdain;
He's learning (on a queer machine)
To drive an aeroplane.
It doesn't fly--it glumps along
And bumps him, ev'ry chance;
His tumbling, rumbling "Penguin"
Out there--Somewhere in France.

It isn't fun to drive it,
But he's not out for fun;
He's going to learn to drop good bombs
Upon the no-good Hun!
And so, until he graduates,
He makes his Penguin prance--
His bumping, jumping Penguin
Out there--Somewhere in France.

As soon as he's a pilot,
(And earned his Golden Wings)
He'll take the air on high, you bet
And do some bully things!
The Prussians will be sorry
He ever learned to dance
With a rearing, tearing Penguin
Out there--Somewhere in France.

[The end]
Everard Jack Appleton's poem: Penguin Driver

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