Rickety Rack
Clickety clack
The train powers on down the railroad track
The children play noisily in the corridor
Oh how I wish I could close the door
But the heat is so oppressive
In this carriage that isn’t so impressive
Nowhere to sit, only to lay
But to where we’re going it’s the best way
The man on the bunk below as finally woken up
He dresses and takes a sip from his metal tea cup
Off to the bathroom so stinky and dirty
We still have two hours to go as it’s only nine thirty
Seventeen and a half hours is a very long time
To be in a small cabin and be so confined
It’s hard on the smokers but they don’t care
They smoke in the carriage ends and pollute the air
There are cabins better than ours and ones also worse
So I’ll quit complaining, just lay here and end my verse!
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