There in the quarry where little Dump stays
No time for laughter no time for play
Poor little dump hauls pebbles all day
Back and forth to and fro
Passing big ships lined up in a row

All alone at bedtime he's parked in his spot
so sad and unhappy
he wishes a lot

Everyday he starts up
and works until night
Hauling and hauling with all of his might
passing those ships he sees on the way
always cool in the water
on hot summer days

Little Dump works so hard
hauling those rocks
but wishes and wishes
to sleep by the docks

but again he is parked alone in his space
with his shiny dump tears
on his rusting dump face

The days go on
and the little truck hauls
Whatever needs hauling from spring until fall

and now he is tired
all rusty and old
He still starts in the morning
but coughs when its cold

He still passes the ships everyday
but tries not to look he just goes on his way

The sun has gone down
and he's on his way home
to sit in his spot and wait until dawn

Once again his tears fall
because he just wants to be
one of those ships by the dock
and to sleep in the sea

Morning has come and he opens his eyes
and he feels kind of different
kind of different in size
He hears a loud whistle
and looks to his side
and sees all the people waiting to ride

at last it seems his dreams have come true
Made into a ship
Made into brand new
now never alone, he sleeps by the docks
No hauling of pebbles no hauling of rocks

He now carries life
back and forth to and fro
now one of those ships lined up n a row
hauling and hauling from day until night
Laughing and splashing with all of his might!