What they did to Amy Wasn't so nice Cut up by the destroyer's props Killed, murdered?, by the Royal Navy They killed poor little Amy Who was freezing to death In the cold water The Thames Estuary is frigid in winter Poor Amy had to bail out Her plane was in trouble Don't worry little lady The navy will rescue you Picked up by the Senior Service Given a tot of *** and a blanket It was never ever to be The destroyer hit a sand bank They tried to free the ship It was too late for Amy They spotted the girl in the sea But revving the ship's engines finished her Poor Amy was pulled into the props Cut apart by like fish meat A sailor saw this happen He ran to the bridge and shouted They shouted at him Get out of Officer's Country Do not speak to us like that again Thus died Amy Johnson Her death covered up by the navy The government lied to her relatives and public A British national heroine perished Her death was preventable The lies were unwarranted Someone must be held accountable I've seen her blue biplane In the Manchester museum It's called Jason I bet it misses dear Amy Murdered and lost at sea
New Dawn 2971 Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
The soil of the mountain holds the answers It will not shout out HERE I AM! For it is quiet and shy and hides Maybe in plain sight till we find it The answer of where exactly you are We know you are on the mountain Somewhere up there on the heights We wish to know exactly where I want to be there when we find you Imagine the feeling I will feel And stories I will later tell Being able to say I WAS THERE So where are you Lt Stone? Do tell me...
We will be back on the hill Looking for you like we did in 18 And the others did in 19 When I wasn't allowed to go Unlike in 20 when I return And maybe we will find you Hiding in the soil of the hillside Almost a kilometre up Final resting place Pilot and plane In 2 places 2 events Maybe we will find you Will we?