[1] Upon A Sandy, Uphill Road, Which Naked In The Sunshine Glow'D, Six Lusty Horses Drew A Coach. Dames, Monks, And Invalids, Its Load, On Foot, Outside, At Leisure Trode. The Team, All Weary, Stopp'D And Blow'D: Whereon There Did A Fly Approach, And, With A Vastly Business Air. Cheer'D Up The Horses With His Buzz, - Now Pricked Them Here, Now Prick'D Them There, As Neatly As A Jockey Does, - And Thought The While - He Knew 'Twas So - He Made The Team And Carriage Go, - On Carriage-Pole Sometimes Alighting - Or Driver'S Nose - And Biting. And When The Whole Did Get In Motion, Confirm'D And Settled In The Notion, He Took, Himself, The Total Glory, - Flew Back And Forth In Wondrous Hurry, And, As He Buzz'D About The Cattle, Seem'D Like A Sergeant In A Battle, The Files And Squadrons Leading On To Where The Victory Is Won. Thus Charged With All The Commonweal, This Single Fly Began To Feel Responsibility Too Great, And Cares, A Grievous Crushing Weight; And Made Complaint That None Would Aid The Horses Up The Tedious Hill - The Monk His Prayers At Leisure Said - Fine Time To Pray! - The Dames, At Will, Were Singing Songs - Not Greatly Needed! Thus In Their Ears He Sharply Sang, And Notes Of Indignation Ran, - Notes, After All, Not Greatly Heeded. Erelong The Coach Was On The Top: 'Now,' Said The Fly, 'My Hearties, Stop And Breathe; - I've Got You Up The Hill; And Messrs. Horses, Let Me Say, I Need Not Ask You If You Will A Proper Compensation Pay.' Thus Certain Ever-Bustling Noddies Are Seen In Every Great Affair; Important, Swelling, Busy-Bodies, And Bores 'Tis Easier To Bear Than Chase Them From Their Needless Care.