Once an engine was attached to a train was afraid of a few drops of rain, it went into a tunnel, it squeaked to it’s funnel, and wouldn’t come out again. The engine’s name is Henry the conductor got out of the coach, and he blewed his whistle but Henry would not start. The rain will ruin my lovely green paint, and red stripes said Henry. Along came Sir Topham Hatt the man in charge of the railway he got out of...