My train of thought went missing
presumed lost or delayed
notices were put out for its safe return
offering a reward to be paid
It had been hijacked by an old enemy
who wanted half a million bucks
that was for just the engine
at double that for the trucks
Warned me not to be stupid
telling me not to be funny
I would only get it back
once he had received his money
it was about three days later
when he heard the crash of the door
half a million stags poured in
trampling him to the floor
I happily had my property returned
everything all in one piece
hopefully my enemy now has learned
and it is the last time he will try to fleece
My train of thought races down the track
tooting happily without any fear
every one stays away from it
knowing that any attempt would cost them deer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem