Unincorporated
Papa, the train is coming to our town;
now everything will be so fresh and new;
Our little shops and school will rate renown.
We'll gather as we watch the sun go down;
our village will have parties every night.
Papa, the train is coming to our town.
Our town will grow before the leaves turn brown;
shows popular, put tedium to flight,
as little shops and school all rate renown.
Then, soon, think, autos will bring people down
to shop and .socialize to our delight.
Papa, the train is coming to our town.
The autos take young folks to the next town,
now for entertainment some take flight.
Will little shops and school now rate renown?
It's said, the tracks may be removed from town;
now, shopping in the city bring delight.
Papa, the train no longer serves our town.
Our little shops and school gone, no renown.
©06/30/2014 Carol Welch
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