I’m a heavy drag—few things more slow.
Cut off my head, and give me a bow,
And swiftly through the air I go.
145. Why are two heads better than one?
146. Why is a cart-horse always in the wrong place?
147.
I follow the plough, and yet I never walk,
Have plenty of teeth, yet neither eat nor talk,
Am strongly barred, and yet I never close,
I scratch and break, but never deal in blows.