Monday, 15 October 2007

Mind the Gap

There ain't nothin' better than ridin' on the train.

Don't care the destination--it's when I know my name.

The little man inside me--he rumbles down the tracks.

I got my Thomas train boots and my wooly tartan slacks.

I can have my own seat. Don't sit me on your lap.

You sit over there. Don't worry--Mind the gap.

Train is reaching Holborn. Doors open. They get off.

Come on let's keep trainin'. It isn't time to stop.

On the escalator moving lower up to higher.

Three hundred feet of people look at me and they admire.

Little boy is standing on the stair next to his mother.

That's the age to be--so cute at three-there ain't no other.

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