With a temper like a hangel, gits a bit inclined to kick.
Landed 'Art Dyke a fair wunner!
Groom (testily). Well, you are an eighty-tonner
At superfluous patter, HARRY!
Stable-help (aside). Lor! His temper's gitting quick!
What has been and popped the acid in his style so prim and placid?
Doesn't shine like what he thought to as head-groom. Yus, there's the rub!
Vet. (looking at sieve). Seem to shy that feed!
Groom. I mixed it with the greatest care, and fixed it
With an eye to tempt his appetite, but there, he's off his grub!