I also wrote a tribute to the flip-down trays, but that one's private

Always illuminated, never appreciated, No smoking sign, I thank you.

So little air to go around, and it won't be replenished until touchdown. For keeping breath clear instead of brown, No smoking sign, I thank you.

Shining lonely when the buckle's shut off, the one rule that runs from landing since take-off, All so I sigh instead of cough, no smoking sign, I thank you.

A subtle reminder that we're still flying it, a quiet notice that no one's buying it, for letting us know that we're not dying yet, No smoking sign, I thank you.

You're an icon, world famous, our response: I'll make it plainest. Circle-slash cigarette - can you blame us? - We love you.