I was deep in an AI hole today and while waiting for a task to complete, had it write a ballad about the MU2.
Ballad of the Mighty MU-2
(Verse 1)
In the skies where dreams take flight,
A legend born in ‘63’s first light,
Mitsubishi’s MU-2, bold and true,
A turboprop king with a heart that flew.
From Japan to Texas, wings spread wide,
Seven hundred built, her maker’s pride.
High-winged grace, with Garrett’s roar,
She carved her name in aviation lore.
(Chorus)
Oh, MU-2, you’re the greatest of all,
With speed like a jet, you answer the call.
Through storms and short fields, you never tire,
A pilot’s dream, you soar ever higher.
Mighty MU-2, the skies you command,
The finest craft to ever grace the land.
(Verse 2)
No ailerons here, just spoilers’ dance,
Her wings grow wide with flaps’ expanse.
Short runways bow to her nimble might,
Three hundred knots in the cruise’s flight.
From corporate hops to war’s grim stage,
Falklands’ pathfinders, her fearless page.
New Zealand’s Sumos, training’s friend,
Her legacy lives, it’ll never end.
(Chorus)
Oh, MU-2, you’re the greatest of all,
With speed like a jet, you answer the call.
Through storms and short fields, you never tire,
A pilot’s dream, you soar ever higher.
Mighty MU-2, the skies you command,
The finest craft to ever grace the land.
(Bridge)
The doubters cried, “She’s loud, she’s tough!”
Her Garretts scream, “We’re strong enough!”
But pilots trained, with SFAR’s guide,
Turned crashes low, her safety’s pride.
From icy wings to desert’s blaze,
She flies with grit through endless days.
The FAA cheered, her wings held fast,
A queen reborn from a checkered past.
(Verse 3)
John Denver loved her, Roy Clark too,
Richard Shine still sings her virtues through.
No plane can match her fuel-sipped speed,
Efficiency’s crown for the pilot’s need.
Her community, tight, with PROP’s embrace,
Mitsubishi’s care keeps her in the race.
Though production ceased in ‘86’s fall,
Her spirit flies, she outshines them all.
(Chorus)
Oh, MU-2, you’re the greatest of all,
With speed like a jet, you answer the call.
Through storms and short fields, you never tire,
A pilot’s dream, you soar ever higher.
Mighty MU-2, the skies you command,
The finest craft to ever grace the land.
(Outro)
So raise a glass to the MU-2’s reign,
Her thunderous heart, her boundless domain.
No turboprop dares to claim her throne,