Day of the Circus Horse Goodnight poem

It was a fiery circus horse
That ramped and stamped and neighed
Till every creature in its course
Fled, frightened and dismayed.

The chickens on the roadway's edge
Arose and flapped their wings,
And making for the sheltering hedge
Flew of like crazy things.

But when, at dusk, a little lame,
It slowly climbed the stairs,
Behold! a gentle lady came
And made it say its prayers.
Now, what a wondrous change you see!
'Sh! Come and take a peep-
Here lies, as tame as tame can be,
A little boy, asleep!