trains

I'll tell you everything I heard

I got it from a little bird

Just promise not to breathe a word

About the things I say

There was a man named Henry Stow

He drove the train, drove very slow

Because he wanted men to know

That HE could spoil their day

There was a man named Billy Stout

He hated sloth and loved to shout

So he began to shout about 

The slothful trains delay

♫♪♫

Stout bought a gun and tried to use

It on the slothful train's caboose

Stow had a fit and had to choose

To speed up or to stay

♫♪♫

Therefore, the train rolled in on time

And pulled right up, stopped on a dime

And not a single one did mind

That there was no caboose

BUT. this I know and know full well

Across the creek and oer' the dell

A man who's face doth bode unwell

Is surely on the loose!