eh! the plane! the plane! come to rescue a princess hoju bihang-gi like silver birds above our skylines over the wires a plane! a silver plane! coming to save their hoju princess to fly her to hawaii! or anywhere but here! her fur coat trailing in the dust on the sleepy seoul tarmac silver plane full of furs! come to rescue her again this time - from us! but we're just kids! running around in the lanes or looking up at the sky - to see planes! not like the black planes full of fire - hoju bihang-gi! big silver bird glides across the sky the sound of trumpets - ta-da! it's a plane! eh! an australian aeroplane - full of hoju birds & soft toys - the plane! come to rescue us? or a princess? who cares! it's a plane! silver winged bird of prey! liberation all over again! goodbye syngman rhee! goodbye too to your australian princess a plane! a plane! a hoju bihang-gi! eh! lightning!*trans: "Australian aeroplane"; from 1948 to 1960 Syngman Rhee was president of the First Republic of Korea; his wife, Francesca, was Austrian. Apparently during that time, children would look up to the sky and see aeroplanes and think they were Australian planes, come to rescue their Austrian [sic] princess. This story was related to me by a Korean man in his fifties. The departure of Syngman Rhee and his wife for Hawaii in 1960 was greeted with jubilation by the majority of Koreans.