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Robert W Service - Tea On The Lawn
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It was foretold by sybils three
that in an air crash he would die.
"I`ll fool their prophesy," said he;
"You won`t get me to go on high.
Howe`re the need for haste and speed,
I`ll never, never, never fly." 

It`s true he traveled everywhere,
Afar and near, by land and sea,
Yet he would never go by air
And chance an evil destiny.
Always by ship or rail he went -
For him no sky-plane accident. 

Then one day walking on the heath
He watched a pilot chap on high,
And chuckled as he stood beneath
That lad a-looping in the sky.
Feeling so safe and full of glee
Serenely he went home to tea. 

With buttered toast he told his wife:
"My dear, you can`t say I`ve been rash;
Three fortune tellers said my life
Would end up in an air-plane crash.
But see! I`m here so safe and sound:
By gad! I`ll never leave the ground. 

"For me no baptism of air;
It`s in my bed I mean to die.
Behold yon crazy fool up there,
A-cutting capers in the sky.
His motor makes a devilish din . . .
Look! Look! He`s gone into a spin. 

"He`s dashing downward - "Oh my God!" . . .
Alas! he never finished tea.
The motor ploughed the garden sod
And in the crash a corpse was he:
Proving that no man can frustrate
The merciless design of Fate.
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