pegasus at wanlockhead
with pegasus upon a day,
apollo, weary flying,
through frosty hills the journey lay,
on foot the way was plying.
poor slipshod giddy pegasus
was but a sorry walker;
to vulcan then apollo goes,
to get a frosty caulker.
obliging vulcan fell to work,
threw by his coat and bonnet,
and did sol's business in a crack;
sol paid him with a sonnet.
ye vulcan's sons of wanlockhead,
pity my sad disaster;
my pegasus is poorly shod,
i'll pay you like my master.