By dawn and dusk they infiltrate
The ways of British RailSo no one can facilitate
The service to avail.
Beneath the boredom of their task
They neither smile nor frown,Nor let the dreams of childhood past
Exist on different ground.
And every little boy at school
Dreams every dream he can,Yet swaps his smiles of youth and fool
For the monotony of man.
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