WITH Pegasus upon a day, <br />Apollo, weary flying, <br />Through frosty hills the journey lay, <br />On foot the way was plying. <br /> <br /> <br />Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus <br />Was but a sorry walker; <br />To Vulcan then Apollo goes, <br />To get a frosty caulker. <br /> <br /> <br />Obliging Vulcan fell to work, <br />Threw by his coat and bonnet, <br />And did Sol's business in a crack; <br />Sol paid him with a sonnet. <br /> <br /> <br />Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead, <br />Pity my sad disaster; <br />My Pegasus is poorly shod, <br />I'll pay you like my master.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pegasus-at-wanlockhead/
