My son Andy, a viola and music technology MA student, composed the following shortly after my obsession with finishing the first phase of my layout, The Trestle. http://www.angelfire.com/or/trainguy/ ~Gary Lane, Eugene, Oregon Chant to the tune of "If I only had a brain."
Oh how my life would be so cheerful, And my garden not so dribble, If I only had a train. I would weed out every thistle, I would even build a trestle, If I only had a train. Every Christmas now you see The train goes round the tree (sigh) I only have a train. I need track for the garden, 'Cause now my vice is starv'n, I only have a train. Oh the track came in the mail, I couldn't wait for a sale It was needed for my train. I can build it low and high, My trestle to the sky It is needed for my train. Now the trestle's almost finished And I drank up all the Guiness I am working for my train. I've been working oh so hard, The racoon's are gonna starve,* I am working for my train. Now I am old and stout And my trestle's rotted out, I no longer have that train Every Christmas now yousee The train goes around the tree, I only have that train. As I lay in my bed Choo-choos always fill my head, I am dreaming of a train. I see one in shiney brass One that will not break my (back) I am dreaming of a train. *Gary feeds a loyal coterie of racoons every night, in our carport, with dry cat food. **Feeding the racoons keeps the racoons from tearing up the yard looking for food.
