We are honored ❤️

From Davye, thank you for your kind words.

In the heart of the desert, under sun’s fiery gaze,

Lies a graveyard of aircraft from old wartime days.

But among these steel giants, so solemn and stark,

Roams Boneyard Safari, embarking on a lark.

With a mission quite quirky, a peculiar caper,

He tiptoes 'mongst planes with a grin full of vapor.

From bombers to fighters, in rows neatly kept,

He boops every nose where history has slept.

First comes the Mustang, with its nose so grand,

He gives it a tap with a gentle, light hand.

Next is the Thunderbolt, sturdy and wide,

Boneyard Safari boops and beams with pride.

On to the Phantom, that ghostly old jet,

Its nose gets a boop—best one yet!

Even the Tomcat, with wings that sweep back,

Receives a small boop before he tracks back.

Each boop is a tribute, a sign of respect,

For missions accomplished and lives that they've checked.

Though silent they stand, in the desert’s harsh light,

Boneyard Safari brings joy to the site.

So remember this tale of the desert’s own sprite,

Who boops noses of planes from morning till night.

In the boneyard’s vast silence, where memories weave,

He leaves trails of laughter, each time that he leaves.