The trouble with SAS flights
Is you have to dress in black.
There's itchy balaclavas
And the fear you won't come back.

Crawling through the airport
Is awkward on all fours
And the thought of getting fired at
Is enough to make you pause.

They're speedy at the check out
There's not too much to do
But for landing they hand out parachutes
And then it's up to you.