'Good Mister Smith, I've come to you,
Because my horse has lost his shoe.'
'Pray, sir, how did he do it?'
'Why, riding with the hounds one day,
He kicked in such a vicious way,
That then I think he threw it.'
'For ever since he's been quite lame,
So broken-spirited and tame,
He scarce can whisk his tail.'
'Well, Master John, I can't refuse,
I'll make your horse some strong new shoes,
First let me drive this nail.'