Past hills and lakes Skarloey steamed,
How his spotless paintwork gleamed.
Puffing up the long, steep track,
Skarloey never once looked back.
Soon upon a rocky slope,
He saw some climbers use a rope.
The little engine rolled on by,
He gasped, "those climbers are so high!"
Then Harold hovered overhead,
"I'll climb high in the sky," he said.
Skarloey smiled, "what a flier!
Now clever Harold's even higher!"