. The street railway review . Dreamt I was a horse, Or a street car horse, alas;I thought as horses think, of course, And wished I were an dream you are a horse, all, that A nightmare is, indeed—A mare that runs through all yourfat And leaves you like a reed. Sear tlie big car I daily drew, .Small felt I as a mouse.\Vhy must a horse, his whole after him a house?[ thought that all the folk who got Into the mighty carVere friends, who joyed to seeme trotWith them both fast and far. They seemed to love to break myback,Which patiently them large the crowd
. The street railway review . Dreamt I was a horse, Or a street car horse, alas;I thought as horses think, of course, And wished I were an dream you are a horse, all, that A nightmare is, indeed—A mare that runs through all yourfat And leaves you like a reed. Sear tlie big car I daily drew, .Small felt I as a mouse.\Vhy must a horse, his whole after him a house?[ thought that all the folk who got Into the mighty carVere friends, who joyed to seeme trotWith them both fast and far. They seemed to love to break myback,Which patiently them large the crowd ! How longthe track!And I so sick and sore!To mock me, oft they decked myheadWith boughs of green, as thouglI were a lively Arab steedIn Mr. Barnums
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