God Loves Everyone Except It’s True πŸ’š

And Via Rail Was lying here For what was shown In Sussex And all cars paused For six tiny rabbits Who stop look listen And pray for all So no one fears the train on time and at speed Shall never brake for horses But no one rocked Like the lawn I made And early Dale Arrived At Quispamsis where it rains on time for Hawthorne Express For Swedish Post Of Christendom The lights would blink At Club Montreal And all passengers stood and prayed for us

Stewiacke was hurting badly And Signe knew just how For Midden and Lane and Wozniak Of maple three on time

Bless Via Rail And its every dream of safety And fresh balloons at Sundown And no more tears at track of Poe