The Ambulance Down in the Valley
T'was a dangerous cliff, with the wind blowing stiff,
But to fly risk will always be present.
Three steps, all uphill, adds a bit too much thrill,
Makes the leap from the edge not that pleasant,
So to make it more fun, something had to be done,
But suggestions they just did not tally.
Well some pilots said, "Put a ramp on the edge"
No "An ambulance, down in the valley!"
Well the ambulance way, it carried the day,
In a resolution that passed in a flash.
Well the joy of the crowd, was liberal was loud,
For those crowds they just love a good crash.
And so for some time, when conditions weren’t fine,
Quick forth would the rescuers sally,
To pick up the men, who’d not fly again,
With the ambulance down in the valley.
Said the local MD, "It's a marvel to me,
That you'd give so much greater attention,
To repairing results, than to curing the cause,
Why you'd much better aim at prevention."
Aren't we picking up all, just as fast as they fall,
And giving them care liberally?
Why should we revamp, and put in that ramp,
If the ambulance works in the valley?
With patient refrain, I went on to explain,
What happens, if they let, the nose pop.
It's not falling as such, that hurts them so much,
But the shock down below when they stop.
"They’re wrong in the head," the lawyers all said,
"We must end their foolhardy endeavours.
If they can not be taught, to make it safe sport,
Then we must act now to stop them forever."
"The mischief of course, should be stopped at its source,
Come friends, come on neighbours, let us rally!
For it makes better sense, to rely on a fence,
Than an ambulance down in the valley."
So quite unexpected, a fence was erected,
And our flying days came to an end.
No longer can we, set up and fly free,
It’s becoming a worrying trend.
Now if this story seems queer, as I've given it here,
Things often occur which are stranger.
For we’ve lost the right, to many a sight
With our failure to control the danger.