Engine

 The engine I drive Is almost alive. It travels so fast That it rushes past Comets and stars In an afternoon, Dropping the mail (In my seaside pail) To the Man in the Moon: One registered letter From Mars To say: “I’m better!” And: “See you soon!” I take as Guard A le-o-pard, Because I’m able To stick as label Its spots On lots Of trunks and bags, (With a single lick          The labels stick) And instead of flags It wags as it          drops the mail, its t          a           i           l!           Its whiskers bunch My ticket punch, Its eyes shine bright On the darkest night. In the luggage van I stuff Aunt Fan, But my railway guard Is a le-o-pard!