He rolls a slightly frenzied eye
Towards the blue and burning sky,
⁠And the cob bounds on with tireless stride.
If we aren't at home for lunch at two
I don't know what Papa will do;
But I know full well he will say to me
"I never approved of Mr B.:
"It's the very devil that you and he
⁠"Ride, ride together, for ever ride."