No one cared for the iron sparrow
That fell from the sky that quiet day
With no bird's voice, a mad beast's bellow.
 
Sparrow, your wing was a broken scar
As you blundered into the mother-barley.
Sparrow, how many men did you bear?
 
"Ten good men, pilot and gunner --
Trapped in the whirlpool, held by no hands,
Twisting from truth with curse and prayer.
 
"Ten good men I bore in my belly --
Not as the mother-barley bears.
Ten good men I returned to her there."
 
       Thunder rolling over the barley!
       Fire swarming high and higher!
 
Home again to the barley-mother --
Ten good sons, pilot and gunner,
Radioman and bombardier.