THE LITTLE TRAIN

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Huffing and puffing and heaving a lot, The little train speeds with never a stop. A bright painted bell on top of his boiler. A fat little man who knows how to oil her. An Engine that tugs and makes the wheels spin. A caboose on the back to see where he’s been.
	Passing a barn on top of a hill. Down a big grade to give us a thrill. Meadows and streams speed quickly by. Was that a fat pig I saw in a sty? The noise of the city I hear up ahead. It’s time for the little train to go to bed.

Last modified on August 10th,2005