Noble stands holding the whip and the rein,
His gaze fixed on Brenda, who tosses her mane;
While dear little Floss sits quietly by,
Winking and blinking her liquid brown eye.
Master's so kind to them—nothing to fear
Have horse or dogs when his footsteps they hear;
Look how they're waiting with eagerness there,
Ready to go with him everywhere.
And what a pleasure it is when these three
There on the staircase their kind master see;
Now he is mounted, the waiting is o'er—
Floss, Brenda, and Noble race off from the door.