Albert Ross the albatross flies over the ocean waves Hardly moving his wings at all, his energy he saves Across the sea he floats on the wind to see his good friend, then And its three times round the lighthouse, and then its back home again Albert Ross the albatross he even takes a nap His golden rule is to stay cool and never get in a flap Except the day that he saw a bird with wings even bigger than his He followed him down and, in friendship, he offered him a fish Albert Ross that isn't a bird although it flies so high Its just a machine that people build, because they cannot fly And oh what a terrible noise it makes with engines under its wing Not like you so silently stretched out on the wind Happy landings Albert Ross its only an aeroplane And Albert Ross the albatross is king of the skies again