When I was very small

I met an engine driver

Who was very tall

He asked if I was a driver to be

Who would drive through Kent

And down to the sea

I said I wanted to be a station-master

As I knew the trains

Would get faster and faster

He said hop on I am going to Deal

Where I will take the air

After enjoying my meal

I handed him my satchel

And he helped me aboard

Where I watched him

Drive the engine

Of his own accord

I met my parents at Canterbury West

And told them of my travels

As an honorary guest

I always thought

I would like to run a station

But am thinking again

About my future vocation