Lights ablaze'n, and whistles blow'n now and then. Bringin em up from New York City, Hartford, Amherst and White River Junction. I 'd rather see em come up on the ol'Vermonter, keep'n those Saabs and BMWs off our streets. Nothin worse when tryin to move the spreader, then hear'n some european honk'n screech. B ed and breakfast business quite enterprise'n, traffic ain't so good for the moose and de-ah.
C atch em in their lights all the time, knock'n em off and thinning the herd.
City folk pay no 'tention to those cross'n signs, carcasses spread from here to Concord. W ish they'd come up on the ol'Vermonter, give em a chance to unwind before they got here. Dinning car's got coffee-lata and bottled water, plenty of that dark and fancy foreign beer. C ome share our humor and yankee wit, sit a spell and rest a mite. S ome of the best minds in the country, clone'n sheep and cows and things like that.