Little Money Train, $truggling on your track,
You're pu$hing forward and you don't want to look back .
You're full of tax dollar$ blowing thi$ way and that,
Where are you trying to go $o fa$t?
You're pu$hing forward and you don't want to look back .
You're full of tax dollar$ blowing thi$ way and that,
Where are you trying to go $o fa$t?
Chug, chug, Toot , toot,
Rattle, rattle, clank,
I'm the little Money Train,
and I creak and I $train,
Loaded with money, I $truggle to bring
Into the future, reform$ that don't mean a thing.
Don't ask ME why, I don't have a brain -
Just make way for the Money Train!
ALL ABOARD!
T-O-O-O-O-T, T-O-O-O-O-T!
Published by Mary Naylor confirmed
I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t... View profile


6 Comments
Post a CommentWell written
There doesn't seem to be much thought or logic behind the Money Train, does there? Nor many results from its chugging and tooting. Much enjoyed this.
Loved This!
Excellent work here, thanks!
Great poem and message!
Error: The quote on the engine should read, ...charter school students are not faring as well as their TPS..." The quote was taken from Diane Ravitch's The Death and Life of the Great American School System, page 142, Chapter 7, and study was identified in note 46, page 261, ibid. I
apologize for the mistake.