Dapple-Gray
Read 'Dapple-Gray' by 'Mother Goose' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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