IN A SLOW TRAIN
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"Look out for squalls"—on land or sea— Where duty or where pleasure calls, A golden rule it seems to be, Look out for squalls. Yet in a train that slowly crawls Somehow it most appeals to me. For then sometimes, it so befalls, An infant on its mother's knee In my compartment Fate installs— Which makes a nervous man, you see, Look out for squalls!