I stoked the boiler,
Seeing what it could mean,
Could I fill my wallet,
With pocketfuls of Steem?
Would I feel the heat,
Radiating through my pocket,
Would I begin to bleat,
As it takes off like the Rocket?
Or would I slowly build,
A steady head of Steem,
Gloriously revealed,
Loco gleaming green?
Boilers to the ready,
Crew to the rails,
Steady there men, Steady,
We are bound to hit some gales!
So I am on the rails,
Straining at the brakes,
Steem Power prevails,
Track ahead looks great!
So I finally I have Steem in my pocket,
It's surpisingly cool,
Tastes nice not to stop it,
Just need to learn the rules,
And ban whale hunting....
