Huey Cobra

One day we saw a Huey Cobra coming straight

towards our position

So low it was we saw their sign thumbs down

we were the enemy was their decision

The radio op tried to raise help

while the cobra flew to and fro

Their dance of death drew other cobras to bare

we had nowhere else to go

There was a flap of a shirt a flash of sweaty

white skin our cover broken we were


all scared



To clearing two men went beating

their chests and with the

shirts they formed NZ

Satisfied with our ID the Cobra

hovered and dipped its nose

And the pilot gave a wave of good

cheer

The Cobra gracefully turned and

off it flew Thank goodness that was an almighty scare