I've emerged from cosy darkness,
My once tucked up limbs unfurled,
And instead am in another place:
A noisy scary world.
Is this what being born's about?
Good reason to complain.
It was peaceful inside Mummy,
But it isn't on this train.
I'm aware of people chuntering.
The service is delayed
But, with workers always striking,
This is normal, I'm afraid.
And, as if that were not bad enough,
There's grimmer news besides:
For a quarter of a century,
They're giving me free rides.