The Spoonbill Generator

When the last train left the station [dan]

Dead commuters thronged the tracks [Apsley]

And a howl of indignation [dkb]

Crept around the sidings. [Apsley]

Whistles blew in neat formation [Beefy]

A lone duck flew past and quacked [fester]

Its hillbilly nonsense of invention [Apsley]

Echoed over all three Ridings [dkb]