YSK

In a land so far away, Where planes come and go each day, There's an airport, oh so grand, With a code we understand. YSK, it's the name, Sanikiluaq's claim to fame, With runways long and wide, Where planes can safely glide. Passengers with bags in tow, Ready for their journey to go, Check their tickets, board the plane, Off they fly, like birds in rain. YSK, a place to explore, With flights to destinations galore, From Sanikiluaq, high in the sky, To new adventures, they will fly. So next time you see YSK, Remember the airport by the bay, A place where dreams take flight, To new horizons, shining bright. Random page: Oh, Happy Day: An All-Star Music Celebration