'Twas the night before take-off, when all through the hangar

Not a speck of grease to be found ...



And our bodies full of languor.

The ball caps were hung on the yokes with care,

In hopes that race day soon would be there.
Mini-Mo all nestled and snug on the cowl,

Keeping away the riff-raff should things go afoul.
And Captain Kelly in her PJs, and Co-Pilot Erin on her last nap,
Are settling our brains for an exciting race lap.
When out on the tarmac there arose such a clatter ... stay tuned! :)
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