  In Central Park, along the Mall, We see the gay goat-carriage crawl; With little boys and girls inside, Enjoying their exciting ride. Right willingly each nimble steed Exerts his very utmost speed; And o'er the smooth hard road they race At something like a turtle's pace. But stout old men and portly dames, Pray, do not urge your rightful claims; And even though you have the price, Listen, I beg, to my advice. Do not insist on getting in The little carriage for a spin; You'd not look picturesque at all Careering up and down the Mall. |
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