The Horse
The thunder of the horses’s hooves
Does rumble ‘cross the ground
So like majestic kings he moves
Amazing all around
And then he slows down to a trot
With jiggles and a bounce
His horsey nose a whiff has caught
Of something just an ounce
I hold the apple in my hand
Now he’s so meek and mild
For just a fruity taste to land
Became just like a child
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