THE LITTLE TRAIN

BY

NINA C. FULFORD, 1964

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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.

 small red train
big red barn

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.




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Last modified on August 10th,2005


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