HELPING POOR CHOO CHOO
By Josie Whitehead
Now Choo Choo was a poor old train
Who’d worked for many years,
But one day something happened
Which caused her lots of tears.
They gave her many trucks of coal
To pull to a coal yard,
But when she came to a steep hill,
The job was much too hard.
Poor Choo Choo pulled and tugged again.
She strained with all her might.
In fact poor Choo Choo stopped and cried
To be in such a plight.
Her engine driver said: 'Come on –
They’re waiting for this coal
And you must pull, with all your strength,
To make these coal trucks roll.'
But no, this train could go no more.
So what could Choo Choo do?
She stopped right there, upon the track
And her sadness grew and grew.
Another train was passing by
And, seeing Choo Choo's plight,
His driver linked him at the back
And he pushed with all his might.
The coal arrived, the job was done,
And everyone agreed
That for a train of Choo Choo's age
She'd done quite well, indeed.
'But don't give Choo Choo heavy trucks,'
Were words her driver said,
And, should you see this poor old train,
She's now retired instead.
On special days she ventures out
And, in the summer sun,
Pulls coaches filled with happy kids,
Who're having lots of fun.
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