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Show I r ' The Rambling Rhymster By LES PLETTNER THE HORSE "The time has come,' said Morton Morse, "To talk of merits of the horse. Since now the autocar has gone. To join the ancient mastodon; 'Tis well that you refresh your mind With all the virtues of his kind. 'Tis well that you recall, aglow . . . His services of long ago. How you quite unrestrained could spoon Beneath the mellow harvest moon, While he walked on in placid way, With only thoughts of fresh cut hay. 'Tis time to mind the evenings when You came home later much than ten, Wrapped in ecstatic reverie. Without much thought where you might be. He did not cast you in the ditch, But took you home without a hitch. He kept in state of self-repair, When service stations were thin air. He'd work and travel all the day. On modicum of oats and hay. With him there were few accidents. For be had brains and equine sense. So, since the modern Frankenstein Is out of favor and of line, I introduce this old-time friend. And him I'll highly recommend!" |