The Coach and Four
Oh have you seen the coach and four
that travels though the sky?
If you haven’t seen it yet
you soon will by and by.
The coach is made of ebony
with lanterns perched aloft.
The carpeting is velvety
the cushions very soft.
The steeds that pull this stately coach
have eyes as red as fire.
Their massive chests and sturdy legs
insure they’ll never tire.
With foaming jaws and steaming flanks
they pose a chilling sight.
As giant hooves crash through the air
and sparks fly in the night.
And when the coach comes to a rest
some inches from the ground.
The wheels keep turning silently
the driver turns around.
You’ll see he has a faceless mask,
his breath will come in sighs
A smile will form upon his lips
but never reach his eyes.
He’ll touch you gently with his whip
and lift you from the earth
You’ll slowly be deposited
within it’s musty berth.
The cold will numb you to the bone,
there’ll be no light to see.
The doors will close…….
the coach will start…….
And you’ll no longer be.