As I was going to St. Ives…

As I was going to St. Ives,

I took a train,

where husbands, wives,

children, pets,

long lost goats,

mediaeval gents

with castles, moats;

and sundry other various types,

and then it rained,

it poured, and ‘Cripes!’

we all got wet,

and yet, we all were still upon that train –

open top?

Well, whether it was,

I’d still go there again.

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