But the storekeeper answered and said:--

"_Now, I have apples and candy to sell,
And more nice things than I can tell;
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."

Then the man went away sighing, and saying:--

"_What shall I do? What shall I do?
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!"_

By and by he met a farmer coming to town with a wagon full of good
things; and he said:--

"_Farmer! Farmer! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!
And I want some coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe my pony's feet_."

Then the farmer answered the man and said:--

"_I've bushels of corn and hay and wheat
Something for you and your pony to eat;
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."

So the farmer drove away and left the man standing in the road, sighing
and saying:--