In honour of my little brother in Australia who tells me he's booked a free fall jump for next month.... it's singalong time. This is one of the cheerful songs our family used to sing (with much enthusiasm and little in the way of tune-carrying) in the car on long trips:

to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic
(otherwise known as John Brown's Body)

They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,
They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,
They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,

And he aint gonna jump no more

Chorus
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
And he aint gonna jump no more

They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam (3x)
And He aint gonna jump no more
Chorus
They put him in a chip bag and they sent him home to mum (3x)
And he aint gonna jump no more
Chorus
They put him on the mantle piece for everyone to see (3x)
and he aint gonna jump no more....

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Ahem. No, really. Prayers requested for little brother's safe passage between sky and earth.