G 100

In the skies, up high, so grand, Flies the G100, across the land. An Israeli plane, sleek and fast, With wings that soar, it's built to last. In Georgia's town, Rincon's delight, A radio station, shining bright. WXYY, its call sign true, Playing tunes for me and you. But let's not forget, in days of old, A fighter bomber, brave and bold. The Martinsyde G.100, it flew, In World War One, defending true. Its wings of strength, its engine roared, The G.100, a mighty sword. Through the skies, it soared so high, Protecting land, up in the sky. So let us remember, the G100's tale, From Israeli planes to radio's trail. And the brave fighter bomber, in days of yore, In our hearts, their stories soar. Random page: JQueryUI