Pegasus
By Oliver Herford
The ancients made no end of fuss
About a horse named Pegasus,
A famous flyer of his time,
Who often soared to heights sublime,
When backed by some poetic chap
For the Parnassus Handicap.
Alas for fame! The other day
I saw an ancient “one-hoss shay”
Stop at the Mont de Pië©të©,
And, lo! alighting from the same,
A bard, whom I forbear to name.
Noting the poor beast’s rusty hide
(The horse, I mean), methought I spied
What once were wings. Incredulous,
I cried, “Can this be Pegasus!”
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