Chug-A-Lug © Donna Rae Lands
This day is the day she was born…
Chug-a-lug-the little train says in the storm…
Ring and sing her song of tooting and rooting all day long…
Chug-a-lug says she’s the train… as she goes viciously uphill…
Her whistling horns blow and show all her riders a thrill…
Some won’t strive and survive on her ride as a Jack of Knaves…
Chug-a-lug says, “She’s the train… of the strong and the brave”…
She never gives up because she’s not the fairy of the buttercups…
Her speed of zoom-zoom indeed goes vroom-vroom…
Chug-a-lug is never corrupted…
Her strength is all that she erupted...
Her engine never goes kaput full of darkened soot…
Chug-a-lug is not for the faint of heart…
Her rails will never tear you apart…
Hop aboard patriots to the right…and others into the night…
Chug-a-lug- as the train goes by and by…
She will help us fly into his glories of betide…
Truly, praying you are her floating butterflies…
Amen to you and me…upon our train…called Destiny…
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