Bathed in misty moonlight With all the world asleep.
We dress with apprehension, Will this show be the last?
And if it comes on this one, Please - make it clean and fast.
Pockets all are emptied, of trinkets, cards or cash.
Sprint to your kite and wait, for the Verey pistol's flash.
Eight Typhoons are airborne, flying just as one.
And then, too soon, our escort leaves with 'bandits' in the sun.
Suddenly, it's all over, and daylight floods the sky.
The world awakes, and five are gone. Three left to wonder why.
In memory of: Vic Bailey, Len Gill, Eppie Hall, Bob Inwood DFC and Ken Whitall.
