In skies once dark with fear and fight, The Thunderbolt soared bold and bright. A beast of strength, with wings of might, Its roar a herald of justice's flight. A heavy frame, yet swift and true, It cleaved through clouds and morning dew. With armor thick and heart of steel, Its foes would tremble, its power feel. Through flak and fire, it carved its path, Unleashing fury, storming wrath. A guardian angel for those below, Bringing victory's winds wherever it'd go. From Europe's shores to islands far, It rose a shining war-time star. Through every battle, brave and strong, The Thunderbolt sang freedom's song. So let us praise this mighty bird, Whose engines' hums were fiercely heard. The P-47, forever in flight, A legend carved in history's light.