If The Good Lord Intended

I Was A Fighter Pilot, Flying Hurricanes All Round The Mediterranean. I Flew In The Western Desert Of Libya, In Greece, In Syria, In Iraq And In Egypt.

There Is No Life I Know To Compare With Pure Imagination. Living There, You'll Be Free If You Truly Wish To Be.

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.

I Shot Down Some German Planes And I Got Shot Down Myself, Crashing In A Burst Of Flames And Crawling Out, Getting Rescued By Brave Soldiers.

Meanings Is Not Important, Said The Bfg. I Cannot Be Right All The Time. Quite Often I Is Left Instead Of Right.