Happy Birthday all you Februaryites

TRAV”LIN

I think t’would be fun to be on a train
To ride through the woods and
Then home again
The clackity clack of the wheels
On the rails
The cinders that fly from the
Smoke stacks like sails
The mountains and trees are
All covered with snow.
The riders are bundled to keep
Out the cold.
Lets go for a ride on the old 8.8.4.
I guess they don’t make them like that
Anymore.