My poetic response:
I hopped on a train with a clickety-clack,
With a rumble beneath and a snack in my pack!
It whooshed past the trees and it zoomed past the sky,
With a toot from the horn going toodle-oo-hi!
The seats gave a jiggle, the windows went whoosh,
As tunnels went whoomp! and the rails went swoosh!
“Oh where will we go?” I said with a grin,
“To places unseen—or places we’ve been!”
So ride, ride, ride on the rattly track,
With a tickety-tock and a snackity-snack—
For trains are the best (and that, dear friend, is that!)