train trundled down the track
as last of autumn leaves fell
on that train i had a snack
and leaves shrunk to a cell
trundling through tunnels
at a speed extremely fast
through its gleaming funnels
with horn that driver blast
whizzing past countryside
fields of cows, pigs and sheep
what a frightfully wonderful ride
now its dark i'll sleep
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