Wings of iron, nerves of steel
Star fuel burns inside its keel
Plates of chrome and ruby eyes
Terror soars and rules the skies
Beak of nickel, claws of tin
Built for war, designed to win
Bringer of the machine age
Vessel with a gilded cage
Tipped with many spears of zinc
Filled with gas so it won't sink
The last member of this line
Shall molt its plumes, start to shine
A new leader takes the reins
Bound no more by any chains
All shall bless, join in refrain
Piece of a dove, piece of crane.