But he had time for just a mouthful.
For as soon as he started to eat Jean got off the horse and led him to the barn.
I think Beauty is like some children.
He gets so hungry that he can’t wait for his dinner.
“A Farmer Went Trotting”
A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare,
With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair.
A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down—
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown.
