The Ancients Made No End Of Fuss About A Horse Named Pegasus, A Famous Flyer Of His Time, Who Often Soared To Heights Sublime, When Backed By Some Poetic Chap For The Parnassus Handicap. Alas For Fame! The Other Day I Saw An Ancient "One-Hoss Shay" Stop At The Mont De Pi'T', And, Lo! Alighting From The Same, A Bard, Whom I Forbear To Name. Noting The Poor Beast'S Rusty Hide (The Horse, I Mean), Methought I Spied What Once Were Wings. Incredulous, I Cried, "Can This Be Pegasus!"