Rickety...rick... Rackety... rack...
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon.
With lovely sights that passes by,
Carrying green fields and blue sky,
Making children filled with joy,
No matter if it's a girl or a boy.
Coo... Rickety, rick... Coo... Racktey, rack,
The train whistles moving on its old track,
Its sound is clear and loud,
Making its way to touch the clouds.
©ivanedwin
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