Yours sincerely, Amin
Dear Liz, May I say, I am filled with dismay That to Ottawa I have not been.
I would like to explain Why I wanted a plane From your very fine fleet, my dear Queen.
All the whites got the sack, Now my air-force is black, But they've not learnt their flying routine; So my plane's on the ground Till instructors are found Who know how to fly the machine.
When I asked you in vain For the loan of your plane, I confess that I thought you were mean.
And I felt it was hard To refuse the Scots Guard As my men don't look nearly so clean.
I was also put out, As I've grown a bit stout, And clothes here are stingy and lean; I require generous rig And my feet are quite big, While out here I can't get size thirteen.
So if you'll be my friend Will you please some clothes send?
With much love, Yours sincerely, Amin.
Basil Charles