Tom and His Pony, Jack
Tom and His Pony, Jack
H. Belloc
H. Belloc
H. Belloc
H. Belloc
Tom had a little pony, Jack:He vaulted lightly on its backAnd galloped off for miles and miles,A-leaping hedges, gates and stiles,And shouting “Yoicks!” and “Tally-Ho!”And “Heads I win!” and “Tails below!”And many another sporting phrase.He rode like this for several days,Until the pony, feeling tired,Collapsed, looked heavenward and expired.His father made a fearful row.He said, “By Gum! You’ve done it now!Here lies, a Carcase on the ground,No less than five and twenty pound!Indeed, the value of the beastWould probably have much increased.His teeth were false; and all were toldThat he was only four years old.Oh! Curse it all! I tell you plainI’ll never let you ride again.”
Tom had a little pony, Jack:He vaulted lightly on its backAnd galloped off for miles and miles,A-leaping hedges, gates and stiles,And shouting “Yoicks!” and “Tally-Ho!”And “Heads I win!” and “Tails below!”And many another sporting phrase.He rode like this for several days,Until the pony, feeling tired,Collapsed, looked heavenward and expired.His father made a fearful row.He said, “By Gum! You’ve done it now!Here lies, a Carcase on the ground,No less than five and twenty pound!Indeed, the value of the beastWould probably have much increased.His teeth were false; and all were toldThat he was only four years old.Oh! Curse it all! I tell you plainI’ll never let you ride again.”
Tom had a little pony, Jack:He vaulted lightly on its backAnd galloped off for miles and miles,A-leaping hedges, gates and stiles,And shouting “Yoicks!” and “Tally-Ho!”And “Heads I win!” and “Tails below!”And many another sporting phrase.He rode like this for several days,Until the pony, feeling tired,Collapsed, looked heavenward and expired.His father made a fearful row.He said, “By Gum! You’ve done it now!Here lies, a Carcase on the ground,No less than five and twenty pound!Indeed, the value of the beastWould probably have much increased.His teeth were false; and all were toldThat he was only four years old.Oh! Curse it all! I tell you plainI’ll never let you ride again.”
Tom had a little pony, Jack:
He vaulted lightly on its back
And galloped off for miles and miles,
A-leaping hedges, gates and stiles,
And shouting “Yoicks!” and “Tally-Ho!”
And “Heads I win!” and “Tails below!”
And many another sporting phrase.
He rode like this for several days,
Until the pony, feeling tired,
Collapsed, looked heavenward and expired.
His father made a fearful row.
He said, “By Gum! You’ve done it now!
Here lies, a Carcase on the ground,
No less than five and twenty pound!
Indeed, the value of the beast
Would probably have much increased.
His teeth were false; and all were told
That he was only four years old.
Oh! Curse it all! I tell you plain
I’ll never let you ride again.”
His father died when he was twenty,And left three horses—which is plenty.
His father died when he was twenty,And left three horses—which is plenty.
His father died when he was twenty,And left three horses—which is plenty.
His father died when he was twenty,
And left three horses—which is plenty.