The blue wooden train sat blue and unnoticed, hiding and out of sight...
Day in and out blue Chuggy had chugged, it had made little Michael smile;
Coo it had chugged, coo-coo had it blown its whistle for many a mile.
Not once had it halted and ne'er had it stopped its journey on the tracks of gold;
Huffing and puffing it had forged ahead till mommy said it would have to be sold...
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One fine day when it had been chugging it spotted in its tracks a gap;
It whistled and blew to anyone who'd hear, but couldn't avoid the mishap.
It rolled off the track, and out of the door straight down on the steep wooden stairs;
Little blue Chuggy landed onto the floor and laid there for all one cares.
An hour went by, and then another one, when little Michael came hopping along;
He saw blue Chuggy all broken and shattered but went away singing his song.
Chuggy just lay there, no more could it whistle for its charge had gone all low;
So lost and lonely it felt and it cooed to revive itself from the blow.
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...so now it just lay there lifeless and limp in the brown cardboard box on the right;
For little Michael had neither for once turned his back nor with mommy had he put up a fight.
When blue blue Chuggy thought all was lost, it saw a shadow being cast over it;
A freckled little lad with hair as red as ever peered at him with his face all lit.
"Mommy", he said "look what I have found for my happy birthday gift,
a blue wooden train so happy and bright.", and out of there blue Chuggy he did lift.
He put the broken pieces together with love and blue Chuggy in his arms he nestled;
Chuggy was happy that it'd found a new friend and in happiness it gently whistled.
Little Michael had been so good and so dear, Chuggy missed him with out a doubt;
But Goodness had given it another who cared, so Chuggy chucked all its sadness out.
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