Mind The 'Diff
If we had a train network that travelled underground,
That rumbled under pavements and made a distant sound,
I doubt you’d see me much, upon the city streets –
I’d rather ride the train below, my feet up on the seats.
If we had this transport, deep within the ground,
That trundled from Tremorfa through darkness to Grangetown,
Cardiff’s traffic problems would vanish in a flash,
Is that rolling thunder? No, the ‘Diffstrict train’s gone past.
If we built this system called Cardiff Underground,
That let you ride from Rhoose Airport and pop up when in town,
We’d take the blue Gabalfa line up to Roath Park Lake.
According to some Maindy folk it makes their houses shake.
If we could commute to work, subterraneous like,
And take it on the weekend when off out for the night,
We’d all stay on to have the chat and it would get too busy:
We goes round and round the Cwtch line until we all gets dizzy.
I dreamt about a network, righ', built in Cardiff’s clay,
That lets you ride from Ely along rails to the Bay,
No delays from leaves or snow are suffered down these holes,
Though the environmental lobby want zebra crossings for the moles.
If our funding application to the Senedd comes to nowt,
And the Middle East investors decide to all pull out,
I’ll find my grandad’s miner’s hat that he let me keep,
And we’ll build it on the sly at night, when you’re all asleep.