In the clattering train, one question I heard.

It came from behind: just five simple words.

     With the noise of the train I’ll not know the reply

      So I’m left now to guess, so help me to try.


'What was the best part?' Yes, I’m dying to know.

Was it her day on the beach or her trek in the snow?

      The soft chewy centre or the colour of his hair?

      The end of her school day or new things she’ll wear?


So, what was the best part - the start or the end? -

When she blew out the candles or met a new friend?

      I’ll not know her answer.  She left me to guess –

      It's a mystery forever I have to confess.


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