I'LL tell a tale -- how Farmer John A little Roan colt bred sir Which morning, night, as well as noon He water'd and he fed sir. Says Farmer Dick, to Farmer John A'nt you a silly dolt sir, To spend such hay and care upon A little ragged colt, sir. Says Farmer John my colt will grow, Therefore I bring my Roan up, Not for the good he can do now, But will do when he's grown up. The moral you will all apply, To keep my tale from spoiling; The little colt you think is I I know it by your smiling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOTHER NATURE by EMILY DICKINSON MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER EPIGRAM by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |