The tram has rails and the prescribed way
It can't from Moscow flee so easily to the UK,
The carriage always follows the same route,
As well as we keep to routine and bad mood.
One week so miserable was the tired tram,
He broke the rails and drove to the Bedlam,
He learnt how to rewrite his boring tracks,
The travelled roads are nuts to crack.
He straightened doors and winked with lights,
Said farewell to the earth and flew to paradise,
If a little tram can separate with metal rails,
You definitely can wherever wish set sail.
The little tram
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