In Central Park by Carolyn Wells
In Central Park, along the Mall,
We see the gay goat-carriage crawl;
With little boys and girls inside,
Enjoying their exciting ride.
Right willingly each nimble steed
Exerts his very utmost speed;
And o’er the smooth hard road they race
At something like a turtle’s pace.
But stout old men and portly dames,
Pray, do not urge your rightful claims;
And even though you have the price,
Listen, I beg, to my advice.
Do not insist on getting in
The little carriage for a spin;
You’d not look picturesque at all
Careering up and down the Mall.