Feel Lonely

The steam locomotive going down the track
Berries to make dye, can’t look back

There’s Mark
Him and his friends bark

He would never bite
But I didn’t know,
I was sure he might

Hide and seek
I take no peeks

Him and the others go far far away
I sit, hide, and stay

After hours they come back
There’s red on the tracks

But no dye was ever made…