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?