Merry Christmas from the Pied Piper of Amtrak

I saw three ships come sailing in
on Christmas day
on Christmas day
Gabriel was riding first class
on Christmas day
and brought with him new amp for his horn
loud enough to say "the Savior is born!"
"the Savior is Born!"
Loud enough to blow bystander's eardrums out
Huzzah! He yells to us all with a shout
The yuletide train rumbles and shakes through the town
past the house, past the orphanage, waking all those
for thousands of miles around.
On his way to the north pole he goes
honking without ceasing to let the world know
that if he has to work at such an hour an day
"so will you...ya freakin idiots. It's 5am, get on the slave train."

and that's where the poem ends. After that all his robotic henchmen exit the train cars and make their way through the streets, going house to house putting children and old people into cages to be shipped off to Santa's factory.