Poor old Solomon Sneezer,
Polishing the metal on a locomotive track.
When along came a runaway engine,
Thundering down the line,
So he held up his hand for he thoroughly believed,
that he could hold a locomotive back.

Ah tiddle iddle om pom pom pom,
Ah tiddle iddle om.
Nice little job for the undertaker,
Another little job for the tombstone maker.

(I can't remember any more)