One Proud Watertower Wearing Lipstick

Our camp by the trail where the train comes and goes
gave a watertower presents until its wood would glow
compliments and best smells of pervading cooked food
were offered to the tower so it might spill us firehole brew
At first corroding creaking sometimes wind would blow its weeping
birds lived inside hot chirping the tower sadly resting
From the tracks too far back for they remember to see
or to load some water it's now fortunate for me
The proud watertower now only take a leak on us
we had a silver dollar broach that pin gained us trust
copper tacks and rabbit legs make its beauty radiant
the legs bend to thank our camp, she now kiss with lipstick