Horses
He’ll come to the fence to greet you
With his stout, sturdy body strong
For that’s the way he grew
To make his elegant treading give a thrill
Perhaps that gray horse will pull the plow
But the black one will drive the sleigh
The pony will ride the children now
Bright white horses also have their way
He sure uses his bright brain
Intelligence God gave him to gain
The respect of his master
Who trains him how to prosper
Do you have a shiny pet horse
Look into his bright big eyes
For he has feelings in his course
That show as much as you and I
All those horses can run so fast
And makes a cloud of dust
Quick, out of the way you must
Otherwise you will not last.