Travelling Alt Earth

We pull into a Winding Station, Hand the Attendant our key, Head into the Station Inn For a snack and Earl Grey Tea. In less than an hour, Our machine being oiled The tension being adjusted And our spring tightly coiled, I slip the motor into gear And we are off on our way To the next Winding Station One hundred miles away. At Fifty miles an hour, A once undreamed of rate, Along the new Travel Road Such a joy to navigate. We pass Steam Waggons Pulling their heavy loads Along the mostly parallel Heavy goods roads. With canals and railways The country is connected And once long journeys Take far less than expected. The Waggoner with his lad Pulled by their great Shire Makes the local deliveries Always there for hire. Can this world be bettered Clockwork coal and steam Let us travel at speeds that Were once but a dream.