Our tram car sets off upon a mighty jolt

And proceeds with haughty, indignant haste, 

Which seems to suggest there is no time to waste. 

The speed increases as we race down the hill,

We're holding on tight to the guardrails, still,

Before we slow down to an easier rhythm,

As we turn round a corner and start to climb,

Leaving tall buildings and  hotels behind.

 

More tramlines join and diverge once again.

Our destination is, as yet, unknown,

But the chances of changing have now, been blown.

A cathedral, a palace and, behold, a great castle, 

Then, into a tunnel as we start to descend. 

Above all the pavements and touristy hastle, 

Proudly riding our chosen tram line

Right to the very end...