|One fine day, I was napping 'neath an oak tree,|
When something tickled and woke me.
I peeked thru tired lids and what did I see?
A velvety muzzle that had nuzzled me.
Proud head, sleek body and sweeping wings,
A whicker, a nicker and a musical neigh,
Up I jumped and ran to his side,
To the clouds we flew on a steady beat,
All too soon this waking dream was done.
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