The following was read at Maurice Taylor’s memorial service.


(Can be sung to the tune of "A Wild Colonial Boy".)

There was a Wild Colonial Boy,
M. Taylor was his name.
He was born and bred in England,
And acquired NOTORIOUS fame.
So he fled and went to Canada,
Its industry to tame.
Then the mighty dollar tempted him,
And to the States he came.

He settled down to ply his trade,
In Cal-i-forn-i-ay,
And went to work for Northrop
In a suburb of L.A.
He helped to fix the screw-ups,
And you’d often hear him say,
"If things keep on the way they are,
"I’ll have work ‘til retirement day!"

Now he’s off to fly with Angels,
Way Up Yonder, far away.
He’s going to build some Hornets,
So his friends at Northrop say.
He'll be flying with Blue Angels
To new pastures, far away.

So here’s to Maurice Taylor,
With his Ginger and C.C.
He'll always be remembered,
Wherever he may be.
Us BRITs and Yanks will miss him,
And we'll think of him and sigh.
But we'll always keep his memory,
As he flies about on high.