Norm kept working that dead man's throttle
Thru many long midnight runs,

Use too much of it and you break in two
With a load of over ten thousand tons,

Four diesel-electrics he controlled
On a Union Pacific Subdivision,

While a Trainmaster watched his every move
With telescopic vision,

One midsummer night he rolled out of the yard
But never made it past the green signal light,

That throttle, spring loaded, reined his engines in,
Lived up to its name with Norm that night.

by D. Edgar Murray