In the realm of rails where iron veins entwine,
A tale unfolds of caution's thin line.
SPAD, the whisper in the tracks so stern,
A dance with danger, a lesson to learn.
Signal Passing at Danger, heed the call,
A perilous venture, risking a fall.
Red be the sentinel, a beacon so bright,
Yet some defy, embracing the night.
Through the echoes of wheels on steel,
SPAD's shadow lurks, a ghostly ordeal.
Ignored warnings paint a hazardous spree,
A journey veiled in recklessness and glee.
Oh, train of folly, riding on chance,
SPAD, the specter, in a dangerous dance.
Ignoring the semaphore's fervent plea,
Courting disaster with each passing spree.
Rails tremble, as a warning unsung,
SPAD, the chorus in a ballad unsprung.
Lessons in echoes, in the silence of pain,
Consequences etched on the tracks' refrain.
In the labyrinth of switches and lights,
SPAD, a reminder of perilous nights.
A symphony of danger, a reckless score,
Yet wisdom beckons from the signal's core.
So, let caution conduct the railway's song,
SPAD, a verse where safety belongs.
In the cadence of tracks, let prudence chime,
A harmonious journey through space and time.
