Cried Brown-Eyes quick, “Of course, of course, I know the very thing-- It is my marvel Goldie-horse, Just watch him on the wing!

“His golden mail-coat splashes All the highroad with its glow, And where his fine foot flashes, There the lightnings come and go;

“For a sky-thing you’d mistake him, Since he stole the stars for eyes; It was Heaven and earth to make him, With his nostril wide and wise;

“His nostril is a red, red rose, And very proud his crest; Of all brave shows this brave world knows, I count a horse the best!”