Him, I shall not want.
He maketh me forced landings
in rough pastures.
He leadeth me into trees
and high tension wires.
He destroys my confidence.
He leadeth me into paths of
incoming traffic.
Yea, Though I ride through
the air in the shadow
of death.
I fear all evil.
For he is with me,
His stick, His throttle and
his rudder confuse me.
He prepares stalls and
autorotations in presence
of all other planes
My temper runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy
have followed me all
the days of my life.
And I shall be grateful if
you will spare my life
and let this YO-YO Solo !!.