Playing Horse

HORSE and cart and tinkling lines, Rattling under the passion vines; Up the road and down the lane And round the yard to the door again!

Babe is driver, snap the whip! Watch the turn and don’t you tip. Nero barks as the chickens scatter, Dust is flying and cart-wheels clatter.

Nell, the cook at the kitchen door, Wonders what the noise is for. Round the house on the run they go Till baby calls to the horsie,--“whoa!”