Really Useful Engine
My eyes cannot trust what it is seeing.
A blue steam engine wandering past me.
His name is Thomas, and he is fleeing.
His speed clears the branch line of all debris.
As I observe closely, he pulls coaches.
I feel amazement at the sight of it.
Fatefully, another train approaches.
Thomas has crashed when he takes a bad hit.
Sir Topham Hat says Thomas is blameless.
He puts the unknown train in suspension.
Thomas knows that the engine is shameless.
He is a really useful engine.
In terms of hard work, all trains should thank him.
Without him now, Sodor's future is grim.
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