Where’s the Snowball?
This little train, painted _______,
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With a choo-choo, clicky-clack, hear the whistle blow.
This little train goes rolling home.
…gray / takes us places far away.
…black / keeps us chugging down the track.
…green / rolls on by the field and stream.
…white / keeps things cold both day and night.
…blue / it has seats for me and you.
… red / is where the engineer goes to bed.
My inspiration: Mel’s Desk
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