A horsey hoot

[Lynne Glazer <lglazer@cyberg8t.com>]

>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horsy that bends
>My friends all ride warmbloods
>        I must make amends.
>I practice my leg yields
>        Each evening 'til ten
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horsy that bends.
>
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that won't buck
>I'm tired of trying
>        To land standing up
>I spend all my time
>        Brushing dirt off my butt
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that won't buck
>
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that won't bite
>I count all my fingers
>        And toes every night
>I feel like a carrot
>        When I'm in his sight
>So oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that won't bite.
>
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that stays clean
>I brush him, I groom him,
>        I've considered chlorine
>His color's too chestnut
>        For a horse with gray genes
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse that stays clean.
>
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horse with some guts
>This spooking and shying
>        is driving me nuts
>And while You are at it
>        Make me less of a klutz
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        a horse with some guts
>
>Oh Lord, won't you give him
>    some hindquarter drive
>This horse is sooo lazy
>    not sure he's alive
>We bend and we circle
>    'till way, way past five
>Oh Lord, won't you give him
>    some hindquarter drive
>