I'm the Weyrsecond, I fly on the right,
It's up to me to be quick and bright.
I never talk back or I'll have regrets,
And I remember what the Weyrleader forgets.
I make out the flight plan and study the weather,
Pull out the 'stone and try not to bother.
Make out the Weyr hides and do the reporting,
And direct the Wings when the Weyrleader's snoring.
I take the readings and check all the math,
I make sure there's hot water in the Weyr baths.
I tell where we are on the darkest night,
And do the entire hide work, without any light.
I tell the Weyrleader to check on his folks,
I always laugh at his corny jokes.
And once in a while when his landings are rusty,
I come through with "Gawd, but it's gusty!"
All in all, I'm a sharding stooge,
As I fly to the right of this overall Scrooge.
But maybe some day with great understanding,
He'll soften a bit and give me first landing!
