New donkeys, and another fly—
And Madame Bonbon out of ices,
Although we're scarcely in July—
We're quite as sociable as any,
But our old horse can hardly crawl—
And really where there are so many,
We can't tell where we ought to call.
Pray who has seen the odd old fellow
Who took the Doctor's house last week?—
A pretty chariot,—livery yellow,