″ ‘From now on,’ Katy promised, ‘I shall never complain, I’ll be a happy caboose at the end of a train
And put up with the jolts, the train noise, and the rest,
All the smoke that rolls by- or at least try my best.’ ”
“When Katy hit the curve she took off like a kite,
High over the treetops on her first and last flight,
That would quickly have ended poor Katy caboose
If it hadn’t been for two towering spruce.
The caboose became caught in a very tight squeeze
Between the tall trunks of two evergreen trees.”
“Katy stayed in the treetops, no one ever found her.
Except for the squirrels and the birds all around her.
At last she was free, just as free as the breeze,
And how Katy did love it up there in the trees.”