Monkey And Bear

Monkey And Bear Down in the green hay Where monkey and bear usually lay They woke from a stable-boy's cry He said; someone come quick! The horses got loose, got grass-sick! They'll founder! Fain, they'll die What is now known by the sorrel and the roan? By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey? It is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your place, for your season And had the overfed dead but listened To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom... Did you hear that, Bear? Said monkey We'll get out of here, fair and square They've left the gate open wide!