S h e r r i D U S K E Y R i n k e r a n d T o m L i c h t e n h e ld
Through the darkness, clickity clack . . . Coming closer, down the track . . . Hold your breath, so you can hear, A huffing, chuffing . . . drawing near . . .
The smoke stack puffs, the wheel sets grind.
The trusty tenderâ€™s close behind.
A whistle blares out in the night: A mighty engineâ€” wondrous sight!
Cling! Clang! The bell rings out on top.
Hissing steam. Brakes squeal. Then STOP!
The driver signals to the crew, Each worker knows just what to do. Quick! Before it gets too late, Start to load up all the freight Awesome stuff will soon be stowed, a train car matched to every load.
The crew slides back the boxcar doors
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And tumbles in to start their chores.
All are juggled safely in.
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But cargoâ€™s stowed without a bump.
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They whirl, twirl, cartwheel, jump,
Steam train, dream train . . . Chhhhhh . . . Goodnight.