A jet engine sound on a beach on the ground, As Jack did wake he'd need stitchies soony. He ached in his head as he saw all the dead, Was a smell in the air there jet fumey. That jet engine did roar spinning on beach sand full bore, While the Island Aer'motive * layed denty. That air ship was strewn on the beach's sand dunes, And the wails of survivors rang surly. Airships will not glide to the American side, It took off from an airfield Austrailian. Did the nav'gator know, that the course he did post, Was untrue and his mappin' bad reasoned?