>Then there's
>
>Then up spake Charles the Hankel,
> "We've paid Arriva's fee.
>Lo who will sit at my right hip
>And keep the train with me."

Sprinter Train of Arriva from distant Birkenhead
Chugging to the station in foggy Liverpool
With a cargo of consultants
And kids and teachers
Businessmen, bureaucrats and young Joe Cool.

Dirty Stagecoach Omnibus coming from the Wirral
Dipping through the tunnel by the Mersey Docks
With a cargo of housewives
Greengrocers, Filing Clerks,
Innkeepers, and cellarmen, and poor old crocks.

Flashy German Roadster with folded-back soft top
Butting through the traffic in the morning steams
With a cargo of Hankel
Raybans, pig tail,
No-nonsense attitude, and all our dreams.

-- 
Stephen

Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills, what spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went and cannot come again.