The trolley’s speeding, clackety-click
The motorman’s asleep.
The rails are icy, wet and slick
The downhill grade is steep.
It’s heading for a grisly fate.
The scene is stark and graphic–
Just beyond the crossing gate
A schoolbus, stuck in traffic!
It’s been there since yesterday
It can’t get out of Fort Lee
All we can do now is pray
For someone large and portly
Who could be shoved or pushed or rolled–
Look, up on the bridge!
That guy could stop a trolley cold!
He’s bigger than a fridge!
The Greeks gave us philosophy
The greatest minds to test and tax
Dispensing with all sophistry:
Would you throw the fat man on the tracks?