And pranced, and reared, displaying his proud frame,
Till all exclaimed in wonder, who stood near,
“The noble, royal beast! But what a shame
His slender form by such a hateful pair
Of wings is spoiled! He’d set off a fine post-team well.”
“The race,” say others, “would be rare;
But who’s go posting through the air?”
And lose his money no one will.
A farmer mustered courage, though, at length,
“The wings, indeed,” he says, “will be no profit;