Part 24 (1/2)

ONCE THE BARN WAS FULL OF HAY

This story made a special appeal to the school children because the school building was originally a stable in MacDougal Alley. They had even witnessed this evolution from stable to garage. The children have seemed to enjoy the rhythmic language without any sense of strangeness.

ONCE THE BARN WAS FULL OF HAY

Once the barn was full of hay, Now 'tis there no more.

I wonder why the hay has left the barn?

The old horse stood in the stall all day.

He wanted to be on the streets.

He was strong, was this old horse.

He was wise, was this old horse.

And he was brave as well.

And he was proud, oh, very proud to be strong and wise and brave!

He wanted to be on the streets, And he wondered what was wrong That now for ten long days No one had to come harness him up.

Old Tom, the aged driver, seemed to have gone away, And only the stable boy had given him water and oats, And poked him hay from the loft above.

And as the old horse thought of this He reached up high with his quivering nose, And pus.h.i.+ng his lips far back on his teeth, Pulled down a mouthful of hay.

But as he stood chewing the hay Again he wondered and wondered again Why n.o.body needed him, Why n.o.body wished to drive.

For almost every day Old Tom would harness him up To a dear little, neat little, sweet little carriage And down the alley they'd go and around to the front of the house.

And there he'd stand and wait, this dear, this steady old horse, Flicking the flies with his tail, Till the door of the house would open wide And out would come his mistress dear with the baby in her arms, And running along beside Would come her little boy, the little boy he loved so well, Who gave him sugar from his hand and patted his nose and neck.

And into the carriage they all would get, His mistress and baby and little boy.

And Tom would tighten the reins a bit And off down the street they'd go, Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty, clop.

When he was out on the streets,-- This dear old, steady old horse,-- He knew just what to do, when to go and when to stand still.

And when with clang! clang! clang!

Fire engines shrieked down the street He'd stand as still as a rock So his mistress and her baby were never frightened a bit!

And the little boy laughed and watched and laughed!

And when the great policeman, so big in the middle of the street, Held up his hand, The old horse stopped But watched him close For the first wave of the hand that would tell him to go ahead.

Always the first to stop, Always the first to go, The old horse loved the streets.

Now he wanted the streets.

And while he stood and chewed his hay and wondered what was wrong, Suddenly there came a rumble Of noises all a-jumble, A quaking and a shaking A terrifying tremble Making the old horse quiver and stand still!

It came from the alley, His own peaceful alley Where he knew every horse, every coach, every wagon!

b.u.mp, thump, like a lump of lead jolting, Bang, whang, like a steam engine bolting, Down it came cras.h.i.+ng Down it came smas.h.i.+ng, Till it stopped with a snort at his own stable door!

The old horse pulled at his halter And strained to look round at the door.

Out of the tail of his eye he could see The doors, the doors to his very own barn, Swing wide under the crane where they hoisted the hay.

And there in the alley, oh what did he see This old horse with his terrified eye?

A monster all s.h.i.+ny and black With great headlights stuck way out in front, With bra.s.s things that grated and groaned As the driver pulled this thing and that.

And there on the back of this monster Sat old Tom Who had driven him now for fifteen long years.

And out of the mouth of the monster, as there opened a neat little door, Stepped his mistress dear With her eager little boy and the baby in her arms.

And the poor horse trembled to see those that he loved so well So near this terrible monster.

”'Twill eat them all!” he thought.

And for the first time in all his brave and prudent life The old horse was frightened.