the little engine who waited for godot

Chicken requested that I read "The Little Engine that Could" at naptime,
and then he ended up reading it to me.  

But his version of "The Little Engine that Could" was a little more
Absurd than the one first published by Watty Piper in 1930...

chug chug I am a train

I have all these toys that dance they dance dance dance they have to dance

like the clown he's dancin but he's tired too so tired and the other guys they're thirsty see but they have to dance

and so are the milks dancin a marchin dance they can't stop

but then the train stopped oh no we're broken

but don't worry guys Thomas is comin

here comes Thomas oh no

it's not Thomas

but don't worry Thomas is comin

here he comes oh no it's not Thomas either it's just another guy

but but I think Thomas is still comin yeah Thomas is comin of course he is don't worry don't cry even though you're sad because Thomas isn't comin

oh no oh no where's Thomas he's not comin Thomas is comin don't worry guys said the egg

here he comes now!

Me: Wow! There's Thomas! He finally came!

no he didn't they're just dreamin (sigh) “We always find something, eh clown, to let us think we exist?”