I am the copilot. I sit on the right.
It’s up to me to be quick and bright.
I never talk back for I have regrets.
But I have to remember what the captain forgets.

I make out the flight plan, and check on the weather.
Pull up the gear, then manage the rudder.
Make out the papers and do the reporting,
And fly the aircraft while the captain is snoring.
I take the rudder, adjust the power,
Put on the heaters when we’re in a shower,
Tell him where we are in the darkest night,
And do all the work without any light.

I call for my captain and buy him cokes,
I always laugh at his corny jokes, on final approach.
Once in awhile his landings are rusty.
I always just say, “My gosh, it’s gusty.”
Hey, maybe someday he will let me try landing.