And held the loaded cart until, at length,
Although remonstrant blows rained on his back,
He turned the dray from out the beaten track.
The grinding wheels, diverted, harmless pass,
And tortured toad is saved by tortured ass.
The driver cracks his whip, pulls at the reins,
And now the dray once more the road regains.
At that, one of the group engaged in play
(The very one who tells you this to-day)
Let fall the stone he’d been about to cast