I’ve horses seen of noble blood,
And stopped to gaze and stare:
But ne’er before to-day I stood
In presence of a Mayor.
I’ve talked with rulers, in and ex,
With working man and boss;
Mayor Valentine! they you unsex—
You surely are a horse.
For every blooded horse one meets,
Or clever mare he passes,
He finds in all the city streets
A score of brainless asses.
A Jackass, in the days of old,
Dress’d in a lion’s skin,
Went forth to ape the lion bold,
And raised a mighty din:
His ass-ship’s ears he could not hide;
His roaring would not pass;
The startled beasts his ears descried,
And recognized the ass.
The moral of this tale you’ll meet
Each market day in town,
With scales in hand, in Market street,
Dress’d in the lion’s gown:
He roars, ’tis true, but scan him well
Whene’er you see him pass;
Look at his ears and you can tell
He’s but a braying ass.
(David John Scott)
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