Taken aback, you wonder
How does it move with no tracks?
Tis then you think you notice
This figure, there, riding its back
You blink your eyes, to focus
Is that a cowboy hat and a big cigar?
Rumored to show up, each Halloween
Riding atop his black metal car
And just like that, he’s gone
You’ll have wait another year
To see this ghostly train go by
With its trusted engineer…unless
Clickity clack, along no track
Once you board, you never come back…