MAYDAY, MAYDAY!
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Bulldog 438 is going down
Fear and confusion have us
Two thousand feet above the ground
What caused our bird to yaw so
What made those terrific sounds
What drained our turbines power
What made us feel like clowns
The turbine didn't completely quit
I felt we had a chance
My co-pilot calling all for help
As I did my best to control our dance
I learned of a compression section failure
Water in the fuel cell was found
That scared us oh so thoroughly
Two thousand feet above the ground