The Days of Steam

I remember the days when trains were exciting With billowing steam they would run Mums and dads and children delighting Taking us off to the sun We'd go Kings Cross where like dragons they'd roar I'd stand by the engine what wonders I saw They have fire in their bellies they're fed by a man Who shovels in coal as fast as he can Then they'd swallow us up and I'd squeal with pleasure Dreaming of finding pirates and treasure We were off for the weekend, a week or a day Or even two weeks if we'd money to stay Today trains are diesel and they never roar They are boring and quiet, dragons no more People take coaches or even take planes But I'll never forget those exciting steam trains