The time, it has come to say "farewell"
To say "adieu" and others of that sort
"auf Wiedersehen"
Many ways to say the same "so long" to you
As our adventures conclude
Although it's the end, some idle threads are hanging

What happened to the gentle Henry Kind?
The man so tall that he could physically touch the sky
He's remembered with a statue for his life
But even that does not go up to half his height

and so to this soul, we bid farewell
So long, now

What happened to that talent, Brian Gill?
His three hands could play the organ with such skill
Though he's older, his events are in demand
and he's always looking out to lend a hand

and so to his tune, we say farewell
'Til next time

What happened to the Captain and his plane?
It found a home in a museum for the famed
The man himself would found a school to teach his ways
A new generation would renew him with their praise

And so to this man, we say farewell
But what of--
Madame Biplane, the hero of our tale?

She and the bus driver reunited after his fun escape
They reconnected when her big show had toured his way
and though she'd never go for domestic life, she gave a love a play
Perhaps she'll train him to pilot his own aircraft someday

and so, once again, we say "farewell"
We say "adios" and others of the sort
See you around
Many different ways to convey
The feeling in your heart that wants to hold on for dear life but can't remain
But you make your choice with your parting words, and bid farewell