There were lots of butterflies back when we went fishing,
the 'Ladies Walk' signal box stood like a sentry
and
although we watched, we never saw
who was it they signalled and what was it for,

the diesel shunter would shunt on past at a quarter past the hour  to the power station where we supposed it
went to get its power,

all we really knew was that the water was cold and the fish were asleep, but we splashed about to wake them up which only woke us up more,

across on the islands, we played 'Swallows and Amazons'
until Tommy's canoe went and sank  
then we drank Vimto and watched the sun go down.