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THE UNSOCIABLE COLT.
Shy little colt, here's a handful of clover;
Let us be friends, and begin from to-day.
Look, I am tall, and can reach the bars over;
Pretty brown frisker, don't gallop away.
Let us be friends, and begin from to-day.
Look, I am tall, and can reach the bars over;
Pretty brown frisker, don't gallop away.
I know if you 'd wait but a minute to hear me
Without shooting off in such terrified style,
You would very soon make up your mind not to fear me,
But listen until I had gossiped a while.
Without shooting off in such terrified style,
You would very soon make up your mind not to fear me,
But listen until I had gossiped a while.
There 's shaggy old Neptune—he thinks it no danger
To come when I call, but a matter of course.
Mamma says it 's naughty to run from a stranger,
As I hope you'll agree, sir, before you 're a horse.
To come when I call, but a matter of course.
Mamma says it 's naughty to run from a stranger,
As I hope you'll agree, sir, before you 're a horse.
Is that your mamma by the lily-pool yonder?
She is sleeker than you, and more gentle-eyed.
Is she scolding you now for bad conduct, I wonder,
In the whinny she gives as you bound to her side?
She is sleeker than you, and more gentle-eyed.
Is she scolding you now for bad conduct, I wonder,
In the whinny she gives as you bound to her side?
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Well, Nep, let 's be off in the woods for a ramble,
And leave Master Colt to his own ugly mood.
I daresay he'll canter and frolic and gambol,
Without the least sorrow for having been rude.
And leave Master Colt to his own ugly mood.
I daresay he'll canter and frolic and gambol,
Without the least sorrow for having been rude.
But one of these days, when his playtime is over,
When he 's broken to harness and whipt till he goes,
Perhaps he'll remember the handful of clover,
And think what a blessing is kindness—who knows?
When he 's broken to harness and whipt till he goes,
Perhaps he'll remember the handful of clover,
And think what a blessing is kindness—who knows?
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