"His neck's broke!" said Peter; "the mad, careless calf!"
But Pat rose unhurt, and ran off with a laugh.
Now deep in the forest the friar had sought
A snug shady spot, where no mortal he thought
Would ere chance to disturb his repose;
For with talking and fright
He is tired out quite,
And would fain on the world his eyes close.
Above his head
A tall oak spread