Again we rode upon a horse
along the turbid river course.
Below the willows green and fair
we stopped awhile and loosed the mare.
She blinked at us as if to say:
"Return us home before I neigh!
My sweet mistress will find me gone
and presently will send along
a boy no older than my years
awash in broken, beaten tears
for stealing from a supper rest
a juicy thigh and tender breast."
Her manner calmed, although our fears
pricked up like her two velvet ears.
She then proceeded into song,
a minstrel thrumming deep and long
until her humming died away
as dawn broke into pale day.
When we ventured upon this dare
to take a treasured Equus pair
we could not know this mare, of course,
would speak and cause us to feel worse.
This second mare spoke every word;
from the first horse we never heard.
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