I Think I Can't, I Think I Can't

I was reading to Shel Silverstein to my son when I came across this uplifting tale:
The Little Blue Engine
The little blue engine looked up at the hill.
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop — now he neared the top —
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”

He was almost there, when — CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and mashed into engine hash
On the rocks below... which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ain’t enough!
Ah, Shel, thank you. (Image via Glennz Tees)

Previously on Popped Culture...
Shel Silverstein's American History X
Queen Of The Wild Things
Goodnight Keith Moon


  1. Isn't that Thomas the Tank Engine, not The Little Engine that Could?

  2. Indeed, I just wanted to run the pic and he's a little blue engine, so I figured close enough.