human
They stole me, and I stole their craft! Then slowly winked both eyes, and smiled, And went on ramblingly,--
gpt
And they-- They reared me, and I ran away-- 'Twas winter, and the weather wild; And, caught up in the awful snows That bury wilderness and plain, I struggled on until I froze My feet ere human hands again Were reached to me in my distress,-- And lo, since then not any rain May fall upon me anywhere, Nor any cyclone's cussedness Slip up behind me unaware,-- Nor any change of cold, or heat, Or blow, or snow, but I do know It's coming, days and days before;-- I know it by my frozen feet-- I know it by my itching heels, And by the agony one feels Who knows that scratching nevermore Will bring to him the old and sweet Relief he knew ere thus endowed With knowledge that a certain cloud Will burst with storm on such a day, And when a snow will fall, and--nay, I speak not falsely when I say That by my tingling heels and toes I measure time, and can disclose The date of month--the week--and lo, The very day and minute--yea-- Look at your watch!--An hour ago And twenty minutes I did say Unto myself with bitter laugh, 'In less than one hour and a half Will I be drunken!' Is it so?