When I was a girl on a house on a dragon

 

When I was a girl on a house on a dragon,

That was pulled by a fifty foot high wagon,

Which in turn was pulled by 60 horses,

Who had just that morning eaten 30 courses,

Of egg and bacon and mayonnaise,

Sitting in the middle of the railways,

When a train came shooting right out at them,

Billowing smoke from a bright red gem,

And a conductor shouting ahem, ahem!

Whose name was none other then,

Billingsley Boathouse the big fat king,

With his trousers held up with a length of string,

And his buttons popped off with a very loud ping,

To the shock of the horse with her engagement ring.

The horses ran for their lives cause the train,

Was going to cause a lot of pain,

If they had got squashed by the Lady Insane,

For that was the name of the bright red train,

They ran across meadows and fields alike,

And crashed into a small boy with his trike,

And when he started to wail and cry,

One horse had made him fly so high

By throwing him over the fence

Where a splash so immense,

Showed he did fall in the sea.