"Often Katy would wish that she someday could be
Something quiet and simple like a lovely elm tree,
Or a ramshackle barn all alone on a hill
Where the noisiest thing was a squeaky windmill.
'It might become lonely,' she thought, 'way out there,
But at least there's a view with a lot of fresh air.'"
The Caboose Who Got Loose, Bill Peet, 1971.
