Classic Poem

'F I was er horse I'd hate t' wear
A collar what didn't fit,
An' blinder-things, an' I wouldn't care
To chew on a iron bit.
It ain't a way 'at I'd wanter live,
To just go everywhere I was driv.
'F I was er horse, I guess you'd see
I'd run away pretty quick!
I'd tear my harness an' wriggle free
An' go where th' grass was thick.
I'd kick my heels, an' I'd neigh fer joy,
But I ain't er horse, I'm er little boy!