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The Engineer

Let it rain! Who cares? I’ve a train Upstairs, With a brake Which I make From a string Sort of thing, Which works In jerks, ’Cos it drops In the spring, Which stops With the string, And the wheels All stick So quick That it feels Like a thing That you make With a brake, Not string…. So that’s what I make, When the day’s all wet. It’s a good sort of brake But it hasn’t worked yet.