There once was a bored Hun in the sun
Who thought hunting gasbags would be fun
So he made a great dive
At a hundred and five
But his wings only made ninety one.

He was shocked and appalled
As he fluttered and stalled
For though his engine still thundered
From his wings he was sundered
While the gasbag crew looked on enthralled.

No wreath took they down to his coffin
For such sights were seen all too often
And scattered there lay
'Cross Belgique and Francais
They whose patience and time had auslaufen.

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Wenn ihr sieg im deine Kampf selbst gegen, wirst stark wie Stahl sein.
"The best techniques are passed on by the survivors." - Gaiden Shinji