Now here’s a tale that’ll turn ya pale,
A story that’s never been told,
It birthed in the north, where the men go forth,
To search for fame and gold.
His name was Jim and the life for him
Was a pilot of ships in the sky,
He’d done it all when I heard the call,
And finally learned to fly.
We met in a bar where the pilots star
And the stories were flowing like Gin,
He spoke of a time when the ships of the line,
Were nothin’ but wood and tin.
I asked of this man, ”please tell if you can
The secrets of flyin’ you’ve learned,”
He said to me “Son, of the truth there is none,
Only grave sod that’s not yet been turned”,
But there was a day on a frozen bay,
And my Beaver was tied to a tree,
I was down on the float, when along came the boat,
Of the R. C. M. and the P.
Her looks were fine and I didn’t have time
To free my old plane from the ice,
So I stood on the dock, with my foot on a block,
And waited to pay them their price.
They pulled in fast and I knew at last,
My troubles had come home to me,
Up there on that day, on an ice frozen bay,
With the R. C. M. and the P.
Their plan you see, was to grab from me
My plane, and I was no crook,
Then after awhile, they said with a smile,
Kind sir will you give us your book.
I said to the cop, please tell them to stop,
The abduction here of my plane,
My log book I fear, is gone it’s not here,
So it seems sir your trip was in vain.
I told them you see in the North so free
There’s a horror that’s worse than lice,
No man eatin’ bear will give you a scare,
Like them Paper Devourin’ Mice.
They march at night when the moon is bright,
And the gulls make their beds on the ice,
No book has been bound that cannot be found,
By them Paper Devourin’ Mice.
Not an hour ago I was ready to go,
In my craft that I hold so dear;
And as hard as I looked, not a trace of the book
Could I find, so I knew they’d bin’ here.
So the Policemen returned, and I knew they were burned,
As I chipped my “Old Bird” from the ice,
Then I flew Her away and I thank to this day.
Them Paper Devourin’ Mice.
by Patrick J. Phillips
