When a hand is on my shoulder in a friendly sort o’ way.
—James Whitcomb Riley.
The Troop Train
Higgledy, piggledy, we tumble in,
Rats in a cage, fish in a tin,
In evil dreams I travel again
In a clanking, clattering French troop train,
“Chevaux” eight, “Homme’s” two score
Is the legend inscribed on the box-car door.