I. The Pony Needed

Barney was the children's donkey, Full of tricks was he, But no beast of sober merits More beloved could be.

Though to tricksy little Barney They were loyal yet, All the children coaxed and pleaded For another pet.

Yes, they wanted now a pony, One which they could ride. "Ride on Barney?" that suggestion Shows you never tried.

For with double donkey firmness Barney's mind is set That he never will be ridden. (Never has been yet!)

Barney has a plan of action, Simple, clear, and bold; And the fate of would-be riders Can be well foretold.

Puffing, swelling, artful Barney Rounds his body out Till the strap will scarcely fasten, He has grown so stout!

When at last the girth is buckled By the coachman's might, Lo! how freely slips the saddle, Which was thought so tight.

Since his trick has made the saddle Loose and insecure, Barney's face is meek and placid, Of success he's sure.

When the daring would-be rider Mounts the donkey's back, Barney seems resigned: and starting, Trots along till--Whack!

Tableau--Barney standing pensive With a guileless stare. In the dust or mud, the rider! How did he get there?

Many riders, big and little, Many times have tried; No one ever mastered Barney,-- Ever had a ride.

And since Barney is so stub--well, Firm, at any rate, Till a pony comes, the children Must for riding wait.