The ready measure ring as fine
As Phoebus and the famous Nine
Were glowrin' owre my pen. staring over
My spavied Pegasus will limp, spavined
Till ance he's fairly het; once, hot
And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jump, hobble, limp, jump
An' rin an unco fit: surprising spurt
But lest then the beast then
Should rue this hasty ride,
I'll light now, and dight now wipe