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The Little Train That Could
A little boy with a great big grin,
Loved to watch the train come in.
To see it travel on the track,
Up a steep hill and then come back.
He watched it struggle, at first in vain,
Huffing and puffing to bear the strain.
Up and over, the little train ran,
Saying proudly, “I think I can!”
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