Ballabooga Run

Martin mouse leaves the house
Early in the morn
Today's the day, a happy day
He gets to blow the horn

Of the train, on it's run
To Ballabooga Town
Picking up all passengers
Who listen for this sound

Once a week the train will go
Clattering down the track
Wheels a-turning, engine churning
With it's tall smoke stack

Martin serves as engineer
On the weekly train
Hand so steady, when all is ready
The key he turns again

At all the dials he will peer
No two are the same
These are Martin's instruments
To run the weekly train

Near the clover they must stop
Penny Pig awaits
For the train to arrive
'Next stop Hobson Gate'�

To Ballabooga she must go
Because she loves to shop
For cinnamon candy, thinks it's dandy
As in her mouth it pops!

Round the bend and through the trees
Past the old white gate
Whistle going, horn a-blowing
This train is never late

Waiting in the second station
Benny Spider sits
On the bench with bags of things
He's making for the Smiths

To Ballabooga he must go
There he sells his wares
To all the shops on Webster Street
How everyone will stare!

At pairs of wings and spider things
For his clientele
Spun from webs he makes himself
Every one he sells

The wings are for the fairy shops
And they must be tried
To replace broken fairy wings
So fairy tears are dried.

Not too far down the track
Waits Margarita Squirrel,
Molly Mandrake, Marcia Green Snake
Wearing their best pearls

Every week they make the trip
To Ballabooga Town
Friends for years, many years
They travel all around

One bag each, is allowed
To carry all the treats
They buy in stores, and if there's more
It fits under the seat.

One by one bags are stacked
In the end caboose
The door is closed, tightly so
Bolted, not too loose

Martin Mouse, counts the heads
When he stops the train
Almost full, only two more seats
'Next stop Ivory Lane'�

On the platform waiting
For his favorite seat
Barty Beetle wears his best
On his many feet

He travels Ballabooga run
Every single week
To visit Susie Aphid
His fiancé so sweet

On the steps of her house
They will sit so close
Her head upon his shoulder
Says he loves her the most

The next stop fast approaching
One more seat pulled down
The last and final traveler
'Next stop Valley Downs'�

Behind the fence is standing
In her business suit
Sassy Sara Wart Hog
Needs to buy some fruit

She will make her way to town
For the apples red
That are gathered into bushels
And stored in Thomson's shed

Racing down the final lap
With it's ups and downs
Martin Mouse is braking now
'Last stop Ballabooga Town'�

When the weekly travelers
Have had their shopping fun
They climb up on the train again
For the final run

Back home they go, cheeks aglow
From their day away by train
From all their cares and worries
They'll go next week again!

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