So sleek she looked in her paint
A war bird in her fine glory
Though aged when she was first born
She survived through her remarkable story
Abandoned at birth she was sent away
Taken by strangers who took what was given
Transported across strange lands she went
To a land where rickshaws were ridden
When she first appeared all were delighted
Though no match for her intended foe
They gave her war paint and warrior talons
To create an impression wherever she did go
Into flight she was soon sent
To battle the enemy in the air
With courage and luck she did triumph
Destroying the enemy with panache and flair
With a shark’s mouth painted across her nose
She and her sisters soon ruled the eastern sky
They showed the world what courage can do
And made the enemy too afraid to fly
For many years she flew and fought
With her the Flying Tigers gained everlasting fame
Though considered obsolete and too old to fight
The P-40 made for herself quite a name
