“High up in the mountains were terrible ledges
Where the track ran along only feet from the edges.
The view was breathtaking but after one look,
It was so upsetting she shivered and shook.”
“Her trips always ended near a city somewhere
Way out in a freight yard with smoke clouding the air,
Where a turmoil of trains made a great noisy rumble
On crisscrossing tracks, an impossible jumble.”
“She was free of the train! At last she was loose!
And away down the track went Katy caboose,
On down the grade she flew faster and faster
Straight for a curve and certain disaster.”