He tied her to the railway tracks in 1853
He cackled as he left her there
For all the world to see
The train had left the station
It raced along the track
She screamed aloud for rescue
But no-one called her back
For mobile phones were not around
As she lay there near the thicket
The baddie hiding by the trees
Without a valid ticket
A passing Indian saw her plight
And rode there on his horse
He scalped her before the train arrived
Which made the matters Worse (? ?)
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