Jac had a spat and said her islands she wanted back.

Thee wish shall be said Big Al… just leave it to me.

Al flew and he blew all the coalition forces that he could view

But alas even fearless but he crashed because he was careless

But even so the front line was set back and coalition now islands did they lack

So flying and whining were kiwis’ work needed untying

But Rob was he sighing as he kept viewing helicopter pilots dying.

All that effort now back to the beginning right there where we started, open doors in the huey because someone’s farted

Reporting from the gulf this reporter’s name is not goose.

Alas you are hearing from the reporter named Dr Seuss