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

In the farmer's wagon, full of good things, he saw corn, which made him
think of the mill; so he hastened there, and called to the dusty
miller:--

"_Miller! Miller! 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_."

The miller came to the door in surprise; and when he heard what was
needed, he said:--

"_I have wheels that go round and round,
And stones to turn till the grain is ground,
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."

[Illustration: When she came near the man she stopped to ask him his
trouble.]

Then the man turned away sorrowfully and sat down on a rock near the
roadside, sighing and saying:--

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