Once there was a choo-choo, but he couldn't choo-choo so the story goes.
He kept saying achoo instead of saying choo-choo, 'cause he had a cold in his nose.
All the little children laughed at him and teased him.
Sticks and stones they threw.
'Cause he kept saying achoo instead of saying choo-choo like the other choo-choo trains do.
The children were playing on the tracks one day, the little train was headed their way.
We knew he couldn't stop, and he couldn't turn back, so he went "ACHOO" and blew them off the track.
Now they wait for hours, showering him with flowers when he's coming through.
He found fame and glory, so ends the story of the little train that went achoo.