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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.