The zoomy sound is all around.
Counted cadence steps, two become four.
The sound of officers of blue hail abound
As the business execs' desire more.
Air Power! ! Air Power! !
They triumphantly yell
As from class to class they scower
And learn the trick that trade and sell.
Still zoomies must have respect,
In that crazy zoomy way.
No matter what size desk you fly, heck,
An officer is an officer at the end of the day.

Robert L. Bixler III

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zoomy-zoomy/