kid-me-do

                You can lead a horse to water,
        Though barely-there might be the bother:
    To see it drink, the risk saddles despair;
    You may venture even to leave it there
      For lack of further frisk or waiting.

            Yet prudence takes patient care
              To know just what animal you’ve been gaiting—
              I’m sure-as-sold it’s in a book somewhere:
          ‘Seahorses don’t drink Perrier, father;
  They breathe it whilst sipping the air!’

—for JK, KJ and KR

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