Oxford
Circus – carriage one,
The Central Line – Oh what fun!
Two huge figures blocking the door
So they can’t take any more
From the platform’s waiting hoard
Unless they force their way aboard.
You feel quite ill – please don’t remain
Until you faint aboard the train.
Get off now – do not wait,
And then you won’t make others late.
Your music might be really nice,
But please, oh please, take our advice
And turn it down, so all around
Aren’t distracted by the sound,
Blaring out for all to hear,
Keep it low – just for your ear.
Among those standing you may see
Some with a disability.
If you do don’t look away,
But smiling turn to them and say:
“Please have my seat,” and you will find
They will respond: “You are so kind.”
Take a station – any one,
You’ll find the rush hour is no fund,
With people blocking all the doors,
Selfish ones who are the cause
Of others then being made to way;
Please move along – don’t make them late.
"Move down the platform" - don't ignore
Requests from staff, though you adore
Stopping as soon as you reach your
place
Even though there's only space
For just a few, while further on
There is room where you could
have gone.
On trains I don’t want to spend
my time
Surrounded so often by rubbish
and grime,
So collect up your litter before
you go,
Ensuring that everything’s left
“just so.”
I’m not obese – it’s my baby bump,
Which now feels like a ten ton lump.
So everyone, if you are fit
Please swap places and let me sit.
Cartons, bottles, papers too,
Make sure they’re not left by you.
Decide today that you’ll begin
To put all rubbish in a bin.
When doors are closing, stand aside,
Don’t try and force your way inside.
If you do, you will delay
The moving of the train away.
Or you may get hurt, so use your brain
And catch a few minutes later train.
Six o’clock and you’re really wacked;
A train arrives that’s solidly packed
With people wanting to alight,
Remember that it’s always right
To let them off first; you can afford
An extra minute before you board
Priority seating is not designed
With strong and healthy people in mind,
But those who have a need to sit
Because they are not totally fit,
Or maybe pregnant, or carrying a
child –
For them priority seat are so
styled.
Don’t be selfish, and congregate
One end of the platform, but move
along
Away from the entrance, as you’re
asked,
In the announcers’ regular song.
They don’t ask you just for fun,
But so there’s room for everyone.
“A person ill.” How we all hate
To hear those words, especially
if late.
So be considerate, not sinner but
saint,
Alight when you start feeling
faint.
Then the train won’t be delayed
As it might be if you’d stayed.
You might think it’s clever
But really you should
never
Try and hold the doors
ajar;
It’s more dangerous by far
Than to stand there with a
smile
And wait just a little
while.
Some platforms have only
one entrance,
So don’t just arrive and
then stand,
Blocking the entrance for
others;
Instead join the courteous
band
Who move right along as
requested
So all of the platform is
spanned.
We would like to make it clear
Litter louts aren’t wanted here,
So no matter where you roam
Always take your litter home,
Unless you see a rubbish bin,
Which you then can put it in.
Music, music, everywhere,
But do remember it’s not fair
To make your neighbours listen in
To what they may regards as din.
Don’t litter the trains with your waste,
For others don’t want to be faced
With paper and bottles of yours
Scattered on seats and on floors.
Remember also that your feet
Belong on the floor, not a seat.
No matter what your music is
it might put someone in a tiz,
If it’s so loud that they can hear,
So keep it down, just for your ear.
“Move right along,” the announcer says,
While people stand there in a daze,
Blocking the doors, when there’s room,
No wonder it makes other people fume.
So be in the right, not in the wrong,
If there’s space, then move along.
You’re strong and healthy; how can you
Continue to sit when I am due
To have a baby just next week,
And there is one thing that I seek
Which standing I at present lack,
A place to sit and rest my back.
The “Baby on Board” badge let’s you know
That even if there is little to show
The lady is carrying an extra load,
So anyone sitting, don’t be a toad,
Get up and offer her your seat
And take the weight off the lady’s feet.
You’re feeling sick – no almost dead,
Your stomach’s wonky, and so’s your head.
Don’t just stay and hope for the best,
Instead get off and have a rest.
Then other passengers won’t be delayed,
As would be likely if you had stayed.
If illness strikes you on the train
Waves of nausea again and again,
Think of others, get off and wait
Until you’re in a better state.
Don’t continue to travel until,
You’re no longer quite so ill.
Loud music really is a bore,
And it won’t be long before,
Those around you feel like saying,
“Stop the racket you are playing.”
So turn it down, so you can hear,
But not all others that are near.
Lour music is so out of place
In a crowded, confined space.
So please ensure just you can hear,
Not everyone remotely near.
No wonder so many people fume
When even though there’s plenty of room
Someone’s blocking all the door
With piles of luggage on the floor.
Let thought for others be your guide,
Don’t block the door, but move inside.
Litter, litter, everywhere,
Passengers are in despair.
there is nowhere that is fit
For new travellers to sit.
Leaving rubbish is a “No.”
Take your with you when you go.
I don’t want your empty bottles,
Nor your cartons, not your food;
Leaving such things in the carriage,
I really feel is very rude.
So take your rubbish; I don’t want it,
If you don’t either, then please bin it.
If you’re seated, look around
And one day you will be bound
To see a person who’s in need
For just one place to be freed,
So they can sit; will it be yu
Who offers them what they are due?
Let others off first; only the dense
Could fail to realise this makes sense.
For no-one wise could really believe,
it’s best to board before others leave.
So let them all off, and then get on,
And don’t forget to move along.
The yellow box is there to say
That those arriving should not stay
But move along right to the end,
Not as they so often tend
Just crowd the entrance while the rest
With oodles of empty space is blessed.
Litter lout! Litter lout!
Not our favourite person.
While they’re active in their work
Things can only worsen.
Time to change; let all see,
Just how tidy you can be.
One day we’ll have them on the run,
Those selfish types who think it’s fun
To play their music at full blast,
But hopefully they will at last
Learn what other travellers know,
That music should be kept down low.
If someone’s carrying a toddler,
They really need to sit
And here is an opportunity
For you to do your bit.
Some like it loud – some like it
soft,
But remember your music should not
waft
Into the ears of those nearby,
Therefore you should always try
To keep it down,
so it’s just for you -
Don’t make others
listen too.
I’ve a baby on
board, who makes me feel,
That life at the
moment is unreal.
My feet are aching;
my back’s a mess
Am I knackered? –
the answer’s “Yes.”
It’s tiring to
stand, so do let me sit,
If you’re in a
seat and are also fit.
If your music’s
too loud, you won’t hear,
Announcements even
if they’re clear.
You won’t know as
you travel along
If all is fine, or
something’s wrong.
So keep it quiet
and you won’t find
On the latest
info, you’re left behind.
Priority seat are
there for those,
Who cannot stand
for long;
So please watch
out for those in need
If you are fit and
strong.
Always look out
for someone in need
There is your
chance to do a good deed.
For some people
standing can be bleak -
Offer your to seat
the frail and weak.
The selfish may
always be with us,
But that doesn’t
have to mean you.
So offer you seat
to the needy,
The women whose
baby’s near due,
Also the old and
disabled,
Those carrying
children too.
Selfishness is
something we
On the Tube, don’t
want to see.
Please ensure you
never fail
To give your seat
up to the frail,
And others that
need it more than you,
The pregnant, old,
disabled too.
Your music may be really great,
But will you kindly not inflate
The sound that passes to your ears,
And so ensure that no-one hears
The music which you may adore,
But others find a frightful bore.
You may thoroughly enjoy
Lour music, but it will annoy
So many others round about,
As sounds so easily slip out
From your earphones; so will you please
On high volume, put a
freeze.
Don’t be so nimble, don’t be so quick,
But look out for the old and sick;
If they need a seat, please offer yours,
And then you will have every cause
To feel you’ve done today’s good deed,
By helping those who are in need.
You’re feeling grim, and you want to be sick,
But please don’t feel you have to stick
On the train until your final stop,
But get off long before you drop
In a faint on the floor, and cause delay,
To everyone on the train that day.
You’re now on the train, but please don’t stop,
Instead always make it a rule to zoom,
Down the carriage as far as you can,
So that there will be plenty of room,
For others behind you in the crush
Of travellers who are all in a rush.
Are you a litter bug? Surely not!
For litter bugs have so obviously got
No sense of pride in keeping clean
Their bit of the local scene.
If you are, make a vow today,
To always take your litter away.
North, south, east and west,
What sort of people to we like best?
Those who offer up their seat,
To anyone needy that they meet.
Be considerate – think of others,
The old, frail and soon-to-be mothers.
Everyone, please use your brain,
And let the people off the train,
Before you join the waiting hoard,
In a rush to get on board.
Standing aside won’t make you late,
In fact you’ll have less time to wait.
Move! Move! Down the platform,
Right to the very end;
That way you and all the others
Will not have to spend,
Your time cooped up in a tiny place,
Instead of spread out in all that space.
“Let the people off first.” – Good advice
Because it really isn’t nice
Intelligent or very bright,
To hinder those who would alight.
So let them off and then get on,
And you’ll be much more quickly gone.
“Take it with you.” That’s the rule
Of the considerate travellers school.
Think of others – use your brain,
And don’t leave litter on the train.
White? Oh surely you can guess,
Others don’t want all your mess.
Lou music’s a menace for others around
All you need do is to lower the sound.
Just keep it for you
And you won’t cause offence.
If you think for a moment
You know it makes sense.
If three’s a crowd, then the underground
Is the most crowded place around.
Don’t make it worse by getting on
And failing then to move along.
For it is a well-known fact,
Moving will make the doors less packed.
If it’s squashed by the doors, then move along
For away from the crowded throng
Who seem to think that it is great,
Like sardines there to congregate.
You know that moving makes good sense,
For there the crowd is far less dense.
The seats of a train are not the place
To dump your rubbish for others to face.
We’d much prefer you’d be so kind
To take it with you, not leave it behind.
Don’t rush but let the others off first
Then you know you won’t be cursed
By people who’re struggling through the crowd
Hoping so much that they’ll be allowed
To get of the train before it moves on
For then their chance to alight is gone.
Fighting litter all the way,
That’s how I spend half my day,
Trying to keep the station clean
When so many are so mean
And seemingly without a care
Drop their litter everywhere.
On stations there’s litter everywhere,
For many people don’t seem to know,
They oughtn’t to drop if where they are
But take it with them when they go.
Stations and trains would be more clean
If litter were taken away from the scene.
I want to alight – will I be allowed?
I hope I can push through the crowd
That’s surging on, not letting me off,
Whatever you think, please do not scoff.
Coping with crowds is fine if you’re tall,
But not so easy for those who are small.
I need to sit, but seats are all taken,
So here I am feeling frail and forsaken,
Hoping that someone will notice my need,
For I will be ever so grateful indeed,
If they’d be so kind and let me sit down,
And make me the happiest lady in town.
You’re ill – not wait will you are bad,
Before getting off; you’ll be really glad
If you alight before you faint;
For others won’t think of you as a saint
If you collapse and cause a delay
To get off earlier is a much better way.
Priority seats are there for a reason
For those who can’t stand
More than just a short time,
So please do not hog them
Thus causing distress
If you are a person
who’s still in their prime
If you fail to move along
Then it won’t be very long
Before the entrance is quite blocked,
And everyone will then be locked
Touching each other on every side,
And having a rather unpleasant ride.
If your music’s very loud,
With your mid up in a cloud,
Please think of others down below
Who really might not want to know
What your tastes in music are,
Preferring peace and quiet by far.
Loud music’s a pleasure you really enjoy
But no-one has the right to destroy
The peace and quiet that others prefer
So turn it down from shrieking to purr.
Life on the tube can be quite dire,
If no-one thinks of other’s needs
So always make it your desire
To be the kindly one who heeds,
The plight of those who need to sit
And always, always, do your bit.
One thing the tube can do without
Is another thoughtless litter lout;
So if at present you believe,
That you have the right to leave
Unwanted items on the train –
That’s anti-social; please think again.
If everyone would move along
Inside the car, the jostling throng
Which occupies the entrance now
Would disappear; and so I vow
That I will not in future stay,
Where I get on, but move away.
Perhaps you feel it is a bind
To take your litter home,
But fellow travellers will mind
Your leaving it where you roam.
Think of them and not yourself,
Don’t be a disliked litter elf.
Litter leavers, please be aware
What you’re doing is unfair.
Other don’t want all the junk,
You leave behind when you do a bunk.
Don’t you think you should be begin,
To take and put it in a bin?
Some seats are reserved
For those who can’t stand;
If fortunately you
Don’t belong to this band,
Give your seat to someone who does
And give to yourself a satisfied buzz.
If you try to hold the doors
You will simply be the cause
Of delaying the train;
So please think again
And know you’ve others’ secret applause.
My back is aching, my feet are too,
So I’d be most delighted if you
Would give your seat to a soon to be mum
Who’s currently feeling rather glum,
With all the extra weight on board -
She hopes her plight won’t be ignored.
I’m heavily preggers,
as you can see,
And standing is now quite tiring for me,
So I’d be grateful if you could find
In your hear to be so kind
As to offer me the priority seat
So that I can rest my feet.
A baby on board! I’m really thrilled,
And several months later I am billed
As someone who often needs a seat
To rest my weary back and feet.
I’d be so grateful if you could see
Your way to offer your seat to me.
When it’s busy, move along from the doors
For standing there will surely cause
The crush to get greater, but if you go
To the end of the car, you’ll with one blow
Reduce the squash and make more space,
Producing a much less crowded place.
No-one life a litter elf,
So please ensure that you yourself
Don’t leave your rubbish on the train,
For those who do are such a pain.
Can’t they see that what they’ve done
Is spoiling things for everyone?
Litter elves should be ashamed
Even though they may have claimed
Why should anybody mind,
It wasn’t much they left behind.
But little or large, they still should know
To take their litter when they go.
It’s childish to just drop your litter,
Real adults take it away;
So next time you’re thinking of littering,
Is it adult or child you’ll display?
Litter elves are not required
And their actions not desired
For they cause the trains to be
Very messy; can’t they see
It would be better for everyone,
If of litter there was none.
My arm is in plaster, my leg is the same,
So everyone here can see I’m quit lame;
Standing is hard; I can’t reach the bar
So even though I might be not going far,
I really do need that priority seat
So I can rest both my arm and feet.
I’m the size of a house – well not just me
For I’m soon expecting a baby you see,
And while at the start I was really fine,
Now I’m reaching the end of the line,
I need that seat, if you’d be so kind,
To take the weight off my feet and mind.
Litter elf, please go away,
We don’t want you here today,
Messing up our nice clean trains;
Really, haven’t you any brains?
For surely you must understand,
Dropping litter here is banned.
We do not welcome litter elves
Whose thoughts are only for themselves,
And whose abilities are vast
To make our travellers look aghast,
At a scene they really hate,
A carriage in a filthy state.
A litter elf is usually blind
To all the rubbish he leaves behind,
And it probably doesn’t jar
When he sees a dirty car.
But litter elf! – your ways amend,
Don’t continue to offend.
You may think that littering’s fun –
Few others would agree;
So think of them and not yourself,
This is our heartfelt plea,
to those whose attitude displays,
Lack of concern for civilised way.
“Litter elf!
Stay on your shelf,”
This is our heartfelt song;
On a train,
We say again,
Is not where you belong.
Litter elves should think again,
When they travel on a train,
And keep their rubbish by their side,
And coming to the end of their ride,
Take it with them as they ought,
And as all travellers have been taught.
Litter elves cause extra work,
So let me make it clear,
Until you’ve learned to mend your ways,
You’re not wanted here.
But I think we’d all agreed,
Tidy elves we’d love to see.
A problem very soon will loom,
When all your junk means there’s no room
Where people on the train can sit;
So if you’re one of the selfish few,
Who never take it home with you –
Litter bug! – it’s time to quit.
Please don’t be a litter elf,
Thinking only of yourself;
Any rubbish take it home,
Like a wise and kindly gnome,
Then the trains will be spick and span;
Just think of others – you know you can.
We don’t need any litter elves,
Those who care just for themselves,
Leaving the carriage
like a tip.
With perhaps a kebab or soggy chip;
Take it with you, yes every bit,
Don’t leave it there where people sit.
Little things can mean so much,
Like making it your style,
To turn to people frail or old,
And offer with a smile
The seat you’ve got and which they need,
Making someone happy indeed.
If litter elves are out in force,
The train will very soon of course
Be rather messy and not nice,
So I have some free advice,
To litter elves, can you retrieve
All your rubbish before you leave.
Please, oh please, listen to my plea,
For you to give your seat to me,
If where you’re sitting is designed,
With frail passengers in mind.
Yellow boxes are there to show,
The bit of the platform you should leave,
Moving along away from the entrance,
But some times it is hard to believe,
That anyone knows this, as they crowd,
In just one space where it’s not allowed.
it’s not very bright to drop litter,
So stop for a moment and think,
Does anyone else want your rubbish,
And then you will see the link
Between what you do and to others,
And then draw back from the brink.
