Once apon a dream,
There was a pink painted plane,
Not a normal plane but a train plane.

There was a pink painted plane train,
It sawed through the rain,
like light through glass.

On the pink painted plane train,
There was a crane,
The crane is a pain.

It was hard to use the crane in the rain,
The levers were stiff,
And hard to lift.

The pink painted crane, train, plane,
Was a awful place to travel,
Because everyone was dazzled.