} Actually, those four lines have been a recurring theme in many types
} of poetry and song. Since I'm not sure which version you are after,
} I'll send you the ending for each one that I have.
} William Shakespeare:
} In sooth, I know not why I fly so high,
} Wings carry me; yet cannot carry you.
} My equine friend must fail, though he doth try,
} And is but destined ever for the plough.
} Nihlist (in free-verse):
} The bird flew over the rotting corpse of the horse.
} It landed upon the horse, and picked at the festering flesh.
} It was poisened and died horribly.
} A bird flew over and landed on it's rotting corpse.
} 50's Mod (picture a guy with a goatee wearing all black):
} Bird bird flap squawk fly up up
} Not horse clip-clop-clip-clop burden ground, terra bound,
} battleground Injustice, in practice, wing of bird, hoof of steel
} Toil before the wheel snap snap
} I, will never die, but I will fly,
} To the other side.
} And, upon the horse, the walking curse,
} Of the evil lies. <wild guitar solo here>
} There was a bird, and he could fly so high,
} And the horse said, how do you do it, guy?
} And then they talked, two animals in the glade
} Oh what a love-ly, picture they made.
} Picture yourself on a bird; on an eagle,
} Over pastures with horses just walking around,
} Suddenly someone is there and she's saying,
} That bird's so incredibly high.
} Lifted by feathers of white, tan, and brown,
} Towering over your head,
} Laugh at the horse, with his feet on the ground,
} And we're gone.
} Eagle in the sky, with wings on,
} Horse is on the ground, walking 'round,
} Bird is so, so high, can't be found,
} I was driving down the road in my pickup truck,
} When I saw an eagle fly and I said "what the heck",
} He looked like my ex-wife's old horse only he had wings,
} Which reminded me of my prison time and other bad things.
} Trigger, lather up the saddle, ride that horse so hard,
} The eagle flies into the sky, so we must be on guard,
} And if you win you get this bag of oats, woven from gold,
} And if you lose that eagle gets your foal.
} The eagle bowed it's beak because it knows when it's been beat,
} And laid that golden oat-sack on the ground at trigger's feet.
} Trigger said "You can come on back, if you ever want to race
} again, 'Cause I've beat you once, you feathered fiend, and I'll
} beat you once again!"
} You owe the Oracle a faster horse, some birdseed, and a diamond for
} (Oracle incarnated as firstname.lastname@example.org)