Ride him. Are these boys and girls Swine unworthy of your pearls? I wondered and I pondered long Made for these poor folk a song Rhymed the racing page of papers Copied all the jazzy capers Degraded my soul. They laughed One said to the other: "Who's the daft Man over there?" A small boy flung A stone through the heart of my best song. Still Peadar O'Donnell thinks Pegasus Should be ridden by the masses.