“A Horse’s Letter to Ex-Police Constable 365 John Pegg”
Dear Mr. Pegg, you’ve proved our friend,
No one can deny,
By oft detecting cruelty
While others pass it by.
Your life has been devoted to
The ailments of my race,
And when the tongue was devoid of speech,
Yours kindly took its place.
Before we had your kindly aid
Our pleading proved in vain,
And often with a heavy load
We’ve struggled on in pain.
While drivers in their ignorance
Have vowed that we did shirk,
And though we have been weak and ill
Have urged on to work.
‘Tis you and only such as you
Who mark the mute appeal,
Of us poor helpless quadrupeds
When indisposed we feel.
I’ve had the horrid toothache, Pegg,
And fast I could not go,
But as a medicine received
A cruel, stinging blow.
Again I’ve stood hour after hour
Till corns have made me kick,
And blamed for vicious temper been
Belaboured with a stick.
Sometimes a drunkard held the reins,
And muddled, did not think
That I as well as he required
A cool refreshing drink.
He loitered, tippling on the way,
Till working hours were past,
Then homeward thrashed me, and all night
Left me, unclean, to fast.
But dear old Pegg, you found it out,
And when ’twas brought to light,
You had the rascal punished well,
While Sangster set me right.
Now nearly thirty years you’ve been
An agent of the law,
And through your tact oft saved us pain
By finding out the flaw.
And though we are but helpless brutes,
Without the power of speech,
Yet in our gratefulness, dear Pegg,
A moral we can teach.
So horses, mules, and asses, too,
Their wishes to you give
By neighing “Honhy, honhy, hon!”
Which means “Long may you live.”
May those who have the care of us
With your kind acts agree,
Then animals of every class
Will better treated be.