Dear Readers: Here’s a bit of doggerel I struggled through Wednesday night.
It’s aimed at all of us who land at the Rochelle, IL shelter during a train drought.
(Or when the UP is incredibly busy but BNSF is nonexistent.)
It’s to the tune of that 1950s hit, “Mr. Sandman (Send Me a Dream).”
If anyone should actually want to sing it, you have my permission for one-time
non-commercial use.
Do you think I should dedicate it to Michael Rose?
“Mr. Burling, Send Me a Train”
Mr. Burling, send me a train,
I’m all alone out here in the rain;
Send what you want to, I’m not picky –
Manifest or double-stacks or TOFC.
Mr. Burling, Rochelle is my choice,
Plenty of UP’s with growls in their voice;
But I’ve been waiting, near half a day
No crossbucks, no warbonnets – and no Santa Fe!
Up in the shelter, my scanner is on,
And if I have to, I’ll wait here ‘til dawn;
Fort Worth is modern, I’m sure they do fine,
But how can it pay if nothing’s on the line?
Mr. Burling, who’ll see your swoosh,
If nothing’s out here to hump or to push?
So please send diesels o’er the plain,
Mr. Burling, send me a train!
Song parody copyright © August 3, 2005, Allen Smalling,
Chicago, Illinois 60626 -USA- smalling_60626@yahoo.com.
The moral right of the author is asserted.