The AWS  Song
By Dale Flinders

Oh, I'll never forget, the day was wet,
The General wanted to fly.
He said, "My boy is it OK
For me to go on high?"
When I said, "No, it's going to snow",
You should have seen him frown!
Say, I'm the only guy that ever
Kept the General down.

Chorus
We are the men,
The Weather Men.
We may be wrong,
Oh, now and then.
But when you see
Our planes on high--
Just remember we're the ones
Who let them fly.

I read the codes and spot the plot,
My maps are very neat;
With isotherms and millibars
These charts are most replete.
I slip the slide-rule, check the graph,
Consult the weather vane;
I order sunshine every day
But all I get is rain.

Chorus
The teletype's hot, synoptic's shot,
Anemometer's going around,
My pressure lines are intertwined,
My fronts are underground.
The winds that blow from high to low,
Have blown me off the track.
I'll have to throw my books away
And use the Almanac!

Chorus

Other verses are known to have been written by many individuals and squadrons and we invite members to send in verses to: airweaassn@aol.com