CHOO CHOO

Choo choo, the train rolls down the track,

With a whistle blowing, and a smoky stack.

Its wheels a-turning, and its engine purring,

A symbol of progress, and adventure stirring.

From city to city, and town to town,

It travels the land, and never lets down.

With cargo and passengers, and endless tales,

It's a rolling story, that never fails.

Choo choo, it moves with grace and speed,

A steel horse, with a heart that bleeds.

It carries dreams, and memories too,

And opens doors, to a world so new.

So climb aboard, and take a ride,

And let the train, be your guide.

Through valleys and hills, and fields so green,

It'll take you places, you've never seen.