Twas the night before takeoff

Twas the Night before Takeoff

Twas the night before takeoff, and all through the hotel
Not a racer was stirring, not even Chantel.
The airplanes were parked on the ramp with great care,
In hopes that their pilots soon would be there.

The racers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of flybys and density altitude danced in their heads.
And Wild Mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Freakin’ Awesome in their caps,
Had just settled their brains for short evening’s nap.

When down in the briefing room there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the lobby we flew like a flash,
Tore open the room doors and almost all crashed.

The room was neatly arranged and already to go
For the racers had weather information they all needed to know.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a weather briefer named Dale, and his winds aloft forecast we all hold so dear .

With the weather in mind, the racers were ready to go quick
And off to their cars they ran lickety-split

More rapid than leer jets to the airport they came,
And the starters whistled and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now MamaBear! now, Arkansas Aviatrix! now, RiddleRacer #VI!
On, Vectors Wild! On, Flyin’ Hawaiiowans! on, Flyby Bandits and Rick's Chicks!
Go Team Snoopy! Go Baldwin Family Flyers! Go DC3 and Plane Dames!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"

They sprang to their planes, and gave their engines a crank,
And away they all flew with so many to thank.
And I heard them exclaim, as they flew out of sight
"Blue skies, tailwinds and to all a good flight!"