Little Horse
by Tennessee Williams

Mignon he was or mignonette
avec les yeux plus grand que lui.
My name for him was Little Horse.
I fear he had no name for me.

I came upon him more by plan
than accidents appear to be.
Something started or something stopped
and there I was and there was he.

And then it rained but Little Horse
had brought along his parapluie.
Petit cheval it kept quite dry
till he divided it with me.

For it was late and I was lost
when Little Horse enquired of me,
What has a bark but cannot bite?
And I was right. It was a tree.

Mignon he is or mignonette
avec les yeux plus grands que lui.
My name for him is Little Horse.
I wish he had a name for me.