There is a little boy in the next house whose name is Zippy
He always wanted to be a hippy
When he saw what some hippies do
He changed his mind and said will not do
Then he wanted to be a railroad engineer
So he could take people far and near
When he grew up, he became a railroad engineer
He was the best and everyone gave him a big cheer
When he retired and stayed at home
Many people came to visit him and he never had to roam
February 4,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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