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If you see the headlights coming
A smoke stack, billowing high
Racing across the frozen lands
Then you’re watching an engine fly

Taken aback, you wonder
How does it move with no tracks?
Tis then you think you notice
This figure, there, riding its back

You blink your eyes, to focus
Is that a cowboy hat and a big cigar?
Rumored to show up, each Halloween
Riding atop his black metal car

And just like that, he’s gone
You’ll have wait another year
To see this ghostly train go by
With its trusted engineer…unless

Clickity clack, along no track
Once you board, you never come back…


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