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