Classic Poem

Our garden's very near the trains;
I think it's jolly fine
That I have just to climb the fence
To watch the railway line!

I love to see the train that takes
A minute to the mile;
The engine-man, as he goes past,
Has only time to smile!

Then comes a train with empty trucks,
That never goes so fast;
Its driver-man has always time
To wave as he goes past!

The man who drives the luggage train,
That passes here at three,
Not only smiles and waves his hand,
But whistles once for me!