OK, I think I'm going to end with a short poem here.
It's a poem called Rescue.
For the first time, the only thing you are likely to break
is everything because it is a dangerous venture.
Danger invites rescue.
I call it loving.
We've got a good thing going.
I call it rescue.
Nicest thing ever to come between steel cobwebs,
we hope so.
A few others should get around to it.
I can't understand it.
There is plenty of room.
Clean windows, we start our best engines our own.
Everything is relevant.
I call it loving.
[APPLAUSE]