THE DONKEY IN THE CART TO THE HORSE IN THE CARRIAGE.

I say! hey! cousin there! I must n't call you brother!

Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!

You pull, and I pull, though we do n't pull together:

You have less hardship, and I have more weather!

Your legs are long, mine are short; I am lean, you are fatter;

Your step is bold and free, mine goes pitter-patter;

Your head is in the air, and mine hangs down like lead —

But then my two great ears are so heavy on my head!

You need not whisk your stump, nor turn away your nose;

Poor donkeys ai n't so stupid as rich horses may suppose!

I could feed in any manger just as well as you,

Though I do n't despise a thistle — with sauce of dust and dew!

T'other day a bishop's cob stopped before me in a lane,

With a tail as broad as oil-cake, and a close-clipped hoggy mane;

I stood sideways to the hedge, but he did not want to pass,

And he was so full of corn he did n't care about the grass.