Dapple-Gray
Summary
Nursery rhyme about the risks of lending out things we care for; and about the need to care for others things (and living creatures).
Story
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-Gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.