Cosy Berth

Oh, it's very pleasant when you have found your little den

With your name written up on the door.

And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet

And there's not a speck of dust on the floor.

There is every sort of light-you can make it dark or bright;

There's a handle that you turn to make a breeze.

There's a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in

And a crank to shut the window if you sneeze.

Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly

"Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?"

But Skimble's just behind him and was ready to remind him,

For Skimble won't let anything go wrong.

And when you creep into your cosy berth

And pull up the counterpane,

You ought to reflect that it's very nice

To know that you won't be bothered by mice--

You can leave all that to the Railway Cat,

The Cat of the Railway Train!


Well, it's not exactly like that any more, but near enough!