I read in the paper the other day about a lady whose house burned down from the sparks of a streetcar,
It happens all the time since locomotive smoke from wood burning engines tends to choke,
the creative sensibilities in it's cloak,
It was in Pasadena on the hill behind the Angel's Flight funicular;
then the precedent went loud,
down Nob Hill in a crowd clustered about a cable car,
the grease from gripping slipped a bit,
the wheels got tangled, felt a rip then fire broke out it's true!
mechanical madness makes some proud and others rich...
I can not possibly finish this better than the nonsense you are now thinking, Goodbye!!!