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.
Graeme Sandford 