The Green of the Flying Scotsman
The Flying Scotsman went from London to Edinburgh, keen,
And to remind us of security and nature it was painted green,
I knew, had dinner with one of its drivers
Who said it was one of his best endeavours,
‘Cos he always knew where he was going and where he’d been.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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