On this frosty fiftieth year, We toast to you with crisps and cheer. Your love for planes soars high and true, In skies of blue with endless view. Though years may pile like flakes of snow, Your laughter’s warmth continues to glow. With crunch in hand and wind in wing, You make the simplest moments sing. Here's to the flights still yet to start, And chips that crunch just like your heart— Both crisp and light yet full of zest, Your golden years, we'll toast the best!