I didn't want to be a pilot anyway. I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! The Fir! The Larch! The Redwood! The mighty Scots Pine! The plucky little Aspen! The great limping rude tree of Nigeria! The towering wattle of Aldershot! The flatulent elm of West Risley. The naughty Lestershire flashing oak! The smell of fresh-cut timber! The crash of mighty trees! With my best gal by my side, we'd sing, SING...