Sound Of The Whistle
The trains are rumbling by
Many of them nearly fly
Plenty of bumps and holes
Hundreds of cars of coal.
Rocks and sulfur rolling along
Then hear their noisy bong
Some are screeching like a song
Those wheels need to be made strong.
Did you hear the whistle blow?
The sound of the bell is low
But it will let you know
That he is coming down the row.
The engine is still a chugging
The smoke is over clouding
The wheels are loudly clattering
Filling the air with their routing.