Classic Poem

Said Quixote lord of Kirton,
To Sancho Punch the sly ass,
Till Trade has not a shirt on,
Our Dapple shall be thy ass.

Then, answer'd him the sly ass,
“By God, our crab's an apple!
So long as Dapple's my ass,
I'll put my trust in Dapple.”

Squires, if your ass were Balaam's,
You'd swap your crabs for apples,
And plant a hope like Salem's;
Or give your ears for Dapple's.