Sunrise, we boarded the train
Weather was misty, with little rain

All were happy, all were cheerful
Hoping the ride would be peaceful

At noon, when sun kissed our skins
Came a knock from a folk, tall and thin

The lofty figure, all dressed in green
Entered hastily, with a big scream

"There is fire on the train behind"
That cheat cleverly played our minds

Then a fish market was all you saw
A horrible scene, impossible to draw

After all the tempest, and the storms
Bad and glad tidings formed

"There's no fire" the news spread
Misinformation our minds fed

Nothing but a lie told
While he stole all our gold

And the journey ended sad
Horrible, devastating and bad

Soon the angels whispered my mind
Make sure first, don't be blind