No. 5.

In every city my first is free;

In each back yard on the fence 'twill be.

My second is owned by every man;

You'll find it in can't, you'll find it in can.

My third, with a spring to the good roan steed,

The cry of the hounds impatient heed;

Ride like the wind, nor risk a fall,

For savage and fierce is my tameless all.

Aerolite.