To His Horse
Who carries me, from day to day,
So kind, so gentle and so gay,
Who never kicks or runs " avay " ?
My Kitty.
Who's slender, strong, and thorough-bred,
With Iris' neck and Psyche's head,
With Venus' eye, and Juno's tread?
My Kitty.
Who trots, or paces, lopes or walks,
And dances too, but never balks,
Who often thinks and almost talks?
My Kitty.
Who when the bridge was old and weak,
Went charging over " like a streak "
And left I rolling in the creek?
My Kitty.
Who, when at last she's dead and gone,
Shall have a monumental stone
With this here epitaph thereon?
My Kitty.
Here Kitty lies! Death claimed his prey
And Kitty could not answer " neigh " —
Woe worth the case, woe worth the day
That cost thy life, my gallant Bay.
So kind, so gentle and so gay,
Who never kicks or runs " avay " ?
My Kitty.
Who's slender, strong, and thorough-bred,
With Iris' neck and Psyche's head,
With Venus' eye, and Juno's tread?
My Kitty.
Who trots, or paces, lopes or walks,
And dances too, but never balks,
Who often thinks and almost talks?
My Kitty.
Who when the bridge was old and weak,
Went charging over " like a streak "
And left I rolling in the creek?
My Kitty.
Who, when at last she's dead and gone,
Shall have a monumental stone
With this here epitaph thereon?
My Kitty.
Here Kitty lies! Death claimed his prey
And Kitty could not answer " neigh " —
Woe worth the case, woe worth the day
That cost thy life, my gallant Bay.
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