THE PUFFING TRAIN

The puffing train was coming
along the track radishes
poking out of people's sacks

bees buzzing and spring on the way
little lambs bleating baa!

the train is puffing smoke coming
round the corner a child is waving out
the window
the billowing clouds of white
passing over

the green fields are flashing by
the branches of the trees bowing
there heads by the weight
of the white flakey snow

brown and white rabbits bouncing
and scurrying around with sheer
de-light
before the night is drawing in

shooting stars are sparkling
one by one as the waning moon
is up high.