They plowed our fields
They built our cities
They helped us bury our dead
We are in debt to our equine friends
Those odd-toed ungulates
You've gone as far
As to war, with us, horse
You shall not worry
Anymore, horse
For as long as you are able to ride
You'll remain safe and secure
In my stable
You'll be all of my pride
You shall have a solid roof
One that is vermin-proof
But don't lift your hoof
In disapproval when
The three blind mice run though
But I will ask of you...
To not be bored
During boarding, horse
That is far worse
Than the disturbance
From the mice...
For you could
Pick up a vice
Do not box-walk
Do not crib-bite
Do not rock from side-to-side
No, I really wouldn't want
Any sort of vice
To splice up the way that you stride
For I am the rider
Together we will rid of
Biding idle time
Just abide by my bridle
Stirrups and a saddle
Rhythm like a paradiddle
Past the sheep and cattle
And straight into the open middle
Of the meadow
Together..we will ride
We will ride..
We will ride