 | Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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THE WOODEN HORSE
A real horse is good,
But a horse made of wood
Is a much better horse for my lad;
For he needn't be tied,
And he's steady beside,
And never is lazy or bad.
But a horse made of wood
Is a much better horse for my lad;
For he needn't be tied,
And he's steady beside,
And never is lazy or bad.
When pulled, he will go;
And he stops when you “whoa!”
For he always is willing to please;
And though you may stay
By the water all day,
Not once for a drink will he tease.
And he stops when you “whoa!”
For he always is willing to please;
And though you may stay
By the water all day,
Not once for a drink will he tease.
Not a handful of feed,
All his life, does he need;
And he never wants brushing or combing:
And after a race
All over the place,
He never stands panting and foaming.
All his life, does he need;
And he never wants brushing or combing:
And after a race
All over the place,
He never stands panting and foaming.
He doesn't heed flies,
Though they light on his eyes;
Mosquitoes and gnats he'll not mind:
And he never will shy,
Though a train whizzes by,
But always is gentle and kind.
Though they light on his eyes;
Mosquitoes and gnats he'll not mind:
And he never will shy,
Though a train whizzes by,
But always is gentle and kind.
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A real horse, some day,
Will be running away;
A donkey is so apt to kick;
A goat will upset you,
A doggie will fret you—
Your wooden horse hasn't a trick!
Will be running away;
A donkey is so apt to kick;
A goat will upset you,
A doggie will fret you—
Your wooden horse hasn't a trick!
No chance of a crash,
Or a runaway smash,
Though never so playful and glad.
Oh! 'tis best when you drive
To be brought home alive—
So a fine wooden horse for my lad!
Or a runaway smash,
Though never so playful and glad.
Oh! 'tis best when you drive
To be brought home alive—
So a fine wooden horse for my lad!
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