Airfares are far, away too high,

They are a reason I won’t fly,

Crowded into seats so small,

There is no room for legs at all,

Three seats in space that should take two,

Jammed in, there’s nought that one can do,

Knees together, elbows in,

I feel like a sardine in a tin,

From ‘go’ to ‘whoa’ seems like an age,

(I’m like a hen struck in a cage),

Off the plane in space I’m free,

Flying now is not for me.