And in the main his tail was white and flowing;
And though he never sketched a single draught,
He showed great taste for drawing.
Lithe were his limbs, and clean,
Fitted alike for buggy or for dray,
And like Napoleon the Great, I ween,
He had a martial neigh.
Oft have I watched him grace
His favorite stall, well littered, warm, and fair,
With such contentment shining from his face,