Beasts could talk very well; and it wasn’t thought low
For a real live monarch his prowess to brag on,
And bandy high words with an insolent dragon.
Ye Right Ancient Ballad.
The good King Tidrich rode from Bern[3]
(And a funny name had he),
His charger was bay, and he took his way
Under the greenwood-tree;
And ever he sang, as he rode along,
“’Tis a very fine thing