The last of 'The Few' has passed away, RIP Paddy.
Mischievous, laughing boys, who grew
To quick manhood to be 'The Few'
Who flew above all human call
Through Summer's height to Autumn's fall,
Infring'd the sanctity of space
In freedom's name-and died in grace;
Falling like leaves upon the Weald
To russet-spot on English field,
Their brief, gay, valiant season spent
For us. Our task, their monument,
Nature herself has taken o'er
And has decreed for evermore,
'The Few' shall be remembered by
White chalk marks in a summer sky