Boom! Something has hit the ship
My ship captain yells " Man your stations and guard the script"
I, SMIII, signal the communicator to call
To tell the base to stop the brawl

Off we go in our green
Caring our M16s
We go In nervous
Proud to be in the service

Flying high in the sky
Where we go to spy
Like little Eagles with the watchful eye
We are in the guys in the sky

Zooming through the water
The sun beating down hotter
As we go see an otter
To save the presidents daughter

This is the military
What goes on will be a mystery
As we study their history
They will be legendary