“This is not quite the thing! No, no!”
Says Hans, considering, with a frown.
“In this way I shall never make it go.
Let’s see if ’twill not tame the wild-fire down,
To work him hard, and keep him low.”
The trial’s made. The beast, so fair and trim,
Before three days are gone looks gaunt and grim,
And to a shadow shrunk. “I have it! I have found it now!”
Cries Hans. “Come on, now. Yoke me him
Beside my strongest ox before the plow.”