They decided that they needed, another small airport there

Searched all the island over, and couldn’t find a spot bare

Some came from, all over the world to decide their fate

Others drove around, looking at the mansion’s estate

Then came the group, that traveled from the farthest part

Building this perfect airfield, wouldn’t break their heart

So they started to cut and dig, and clean out the old bog

But one thing, that they didn’t count on was the bloody fog