In the sky, where pilots soar, Guiding them, the faithful VOR. Signals sent, both far and wide, Navigating through the tide.

Invisible beams, so precise, Instruments set to synchronize. North, south, east, and west, VOR stands the test.

When the night is dark and cold, And clouds around the wings unfold, VOR, the silent guide, Leads the pilots, far and wide.

So here’s a toast to the unseen friend, Helping journeys from end to end. Through every storm, cloud, and star, Hats off to you, dear VOR!