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EVERY evening, after tea, / Teeny-Weeny comes to me, / And, astride my willing knee, / Plies his lash and rides away; / Though that palfrey, all too spare, / Finds his burden hard to bear, / Teeny-Weeny doesn't care, -- / He commands, and I obey!
First it's trot; and gallop then, -- / Now it's back to trot again; / Teeny-Weeny likes it when / He is riding fierce and fast! / Then his dark eyes brighter grow / And his cheeks are all aglow, -- / "More! " he cries, and never "Whoa! " / Till the horse breaks down at last!