Classic Poem

Cincirinella had a mule in his stall,
All day long he kept it on the go,
Cart and saddle and bridle and all,
Trot trot Cincirinella. Ho!

He trotted on the mountain, he trotted on the plain,
He'd be trotting still, if he hadn't dropped.
With pennies in his pocket and pennies to gain
Cincirinella never never stopped.