Flying Ace Kills It

Snoopy was slamming through the skies At top speed, stealthier than the other fliers Flying ace of the year, he assured anyone who would listen Tweety bird sat in the co-pilot seat, knowing he’d best be quiet They looped and whorled and rat-a-tatted the enemy Guns blazing, fierce and untouched. Sixty-two bullet holes, and they were unscathed. Snoopy stretched his hand out and knocked over his water bottle.