Captain Braight

Captain Braight was at the helm

No betraival you farewell

Start was good from all the sides

To the rich of cosmic hights

 

We were looking far away

Where to go for the next day

And there is only captain Bright

Calling us to see the sky

 

Ship dexterial forsage

No a sign of macintosh

Wings are straight and nose like keen

For the fires from turbine

 

So they went for outerspace

And were balansing in case

So a cup for captain Bright

We are holding in our right.