Good Fate
On a dark and stormy night
Far ahead shined a little light,
It was a warning
With sorrow dawning,
For the train that approached.
Fastly into sight
Towards the bridge that held ill fate
The flagman awakened but a moment to late,
For there flowed through a madly stream
Lifting the bridge clear off its beam.
All in a moment the engine ran out of steam
And spying there ahead no light could be seen.
Speaking to the fireman the engineer said,
It’s a heavenly blessing our engine ran dead.