The Coopertown Jail
Author Robert Stenberg
Clickity-clack went the sound of the rail,
As the train made its way to the Coopertown Jail.
The convicts were dressed in their denims of blue,
They were shackled together, two by two.
With furnace ablaze and making a roar,
The guards and their shotguns were both at the door.
We went on and on, into the night,
Until Coopertown Jail, came into sight.
“Stand here in straight lines, two by two,
Or it will be the end of you.
No time to kiss your mother goodbye,
For you’ll not leave, unless you can fly.��
Above the front door, we silently read.
“Try to escape and you’ll wish you we’re dead.��