He said it suddenly then with targets
spiteful Teutons saw him soaring in flight
still ten minutes until target they said
slaying those Germans smoking their own sights.
They were coming widening out wide so
they had watched him dogfight bitterly more
and his watchful flight high came down on them
from his guns weather on them he did pour.
In the air up high then from aerodromes
so astricted descending aeroplanes
the attacks Teutons dropped down hatefully
on those aerodromes blowing on buildings.
Woe to the Nazis weakness in hating
while their wisest foolishly weakened him
he sprayed their wise escorts mercilessly
winding down their wisdom of wind and grim.
Those bombers did break with belated harm
and the enemies broke from breaking flames
the need to bail out became strong with them
breaking their brute force and their greatest blames.
But he had to split up during combat
sighting them they shot at birds swiftly so
some bailing out some being severed down
some seeing others severely shot down and blown.
Common coercion during combat's moves
the losers commands had conceded them
and the common combat made them guilty
British loser's chance made even more slim.
Sudden movements slanting the horizon
bomber ships speeding at sudden paces
the Teuton bombers slick seperation
then came him the slick serpent in clashes.
Big he was guns bursting blowing their wings
and those pilots guns no match for his plane
the baddest yet to come south of Britain
the ugly south was Göring's biggest flame.
Remembering the remnants of buildings
lost to the released bombs of invasion
relying on his release of bullets
he made that bad German's repercussion.
Woe he said wondrously waking them up
in the heat of war he shook their planes high
killing them he turned back to the bombers
shooting far in the back wasn't a crime.
Filthy Nazi bombers fought hard and fast
their crimes on British fields was flamed fury
vengeance he thought of for his peoples flame
and for his people he made German death easy.
And the ways of the Germans were clear then
fame and fortune awaited Hitler's hordes
may the Lord save the King from the demons
the British Empire's cities laid to waste.
Long live the King for we were stronger then
long live the Queen for we were craftier
warriors we were cowards we were not
we shall detest the fear of getting shot.
Big wings blasting our foes down with vengeance
with ale we toast Canada's victory
summer's dance with beasts of the black forest
down go Göring's demons of Hitler's speech.