Trams

Castles of crystal.

Castles of wood,

Moving on pulleys

just as you should!

See the gay people

Flaunting like flags,

Bells in the steeple,

Sky all in rags.

Bright as a parrot

Flaunts the gay heat -

Songs in the garret,

Fruit in the street;

Plump as a cherry,

Red as a rose,

Old Mother Berry -

Blowing her nose!