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Its shape was  odd,  no  hoofs  were seen,
                                      But without  legs  it stood between
                                      Two upright, lofty posts  of  oak,
                                      With forehead  ready for  a stroke.

                                      Though  but a harmless  ornament
                                      Carved  on tlie seat,  it seemed  intent
                                      Oil barring the intruder’s  way;
                                      While he,  advancing,  seemed to say,
                                      11  Who  is  this  surly fellow here?
                                      Two heads, no tail— itJs  mighty queer I
                                      A   most insulting  countenance 1 ”
                                      With stamp  of  foot  and angiy glance
                                      He  curbed his threatening neck, and stood
                                      Before the passive tiling  of  wood.

                                      11 You  winked  as  1  was  going by !
                                      Kou  didn't?  What!  tell  me I  lie?
                                      Take  that! ”  and  at the  swing  he sprung;
                                      A  sounding thump !  It backward swung,
                                      And,  set in motion  by the blow,
                                      Swayed menacingly to  and fro.


                                      “ H a!  you’ll fight?  A  quarrelsome  chap
                                      I knew you  were !  You’ll  get a rap!
                                      I’ll  crack your sic n il! ”  A  headlong jump ;
                                      Another and a louder bump!

                                      The swing,  as  if  with kindling wrath,
                                      Came pushing back along the path.
                                      The goat,  astonished,  shook  his  head,
                                      Winked  hard,  turned  round,  grew mad and said,
                                      “ Villain!  I'll teach you  who  I  am ! ”
                                      (Or seemed to say), "yo u   rascal  ram,
                                      To pick  a fight with me,  when  I
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