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IF A LITTLE GOOSE IS CALLED A GOSLING
WHY A BABY MOOSE AIN'T CALLED A MOSLING?
IF CHICKS ARE OFFSPRING OF CHICKENS
WHAT THEN MUST BE A LITTLE DICKENS?
IF A YOUNGSTER COW IS CALLED A CALF
WHY A LITTLE HORSE IS NOT A HALF?
IF A PIG CAN HAVE A PIGLET
CAN'T A CHICK THEN HAVE A CHICKLET?
IF A CAT CAN HAVE A KITTEN
CAN'T A MULE THEN HAVE A MITTEN?
IF LITTLE FISHES ARE CALLED FRY
ARE LITTLE BIRDIES NOT THEN BRY?
IF DUCKLINGS INTO DUCKS BECOME
WILL SAPLINGS BE SAPS 'FORE THEY'RE DONE?
IF A BABY DOG IS CALLED A PUPPY
WHAT'S THE PUPPY OF A GUPPY?
MARES AND STALLIONS, BOARS AND SOWS
NANNIES AND BILLIES, BULLS AND COWS
HENS AND ROOSTERS, BUCKS AND DOES
DRAKES AND HENS, AND SO IT GOES
I HAVE TROUBLE TELLING WHICH FROM WHICH;
AND THEY SAY MY DOG IS CALLED A BITCH!
NOT TO SOUND DUMB, I'LL TAKE THIS ROUTE;
WHATEVER IT LOOKS LIKE, I'LL CALL IT CUTE.
THE HORSE'S PRAYER
I'M ONLY A HORSE, DEAR MASTER, BUT MY HEART IS WARM AND TRUE, AND I'M READY TO WORK MY HARDEST, FOR THE PLEASURE OF PLEASING YOU. GOOD CORN, AND HAY, AND WATER, ARE ALL THAT I WISH TO ASK, AND A WARM DRY BED TO REST ON WHEN I'VE FINISHED MY DAILY TASK. DON'T STRIKE ME IN NEEDLESS ANGER IF I'M SLOW TO UNDERSTAND, BUT ENCOURAGE MY DROOPING SPIRITS WITH A GENTLE VOICE AND HAND. FINALLY, O MASTER! WHEN MY HEALTH AND STRENGTH ARE GONE- WHEN I'M GETTING OLD AND FEEBLE AND MY LONG LIFE'S WORK IS DONE- DON'T SELL ME TO CRUEL OWNERS, TO BE SLAVED TO MY LAST BREATH, BUT GRANT ME THE UNTOLD BLESSING OF A QUICK AND PAINLESS DEATH; THAT AS YOU HAVE ALWAYS FOUND ME A PATIENT AND LOYAL FRIEND, THE YEARS OF MY FAITHFUL SERVICE MAY BE CROWNED BY A PEACEFUL END. I PLEAD IN THE NAME OF THE SAVIOR, WHO CARES WHEN THE SPARROWS FALL, WHO WAS BORN IN A LOWLY STABLE, AND KNOWS AND LOVES US ALL!
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
THAT LIFE HAS SET FREE
A MILLION WHITE HORSES
FOREVER TO BE
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
NOW IN GOD'S HANDS
AS THEY DANCE AND THEY PRANCE
TO A HEAVENLY BAND
THEY WERE OURS AS A GIFT
BUT NEVER TO KEEP
AS THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES
FOREVER TO SLEEP
THEIR SPIRITS UNBOUND
ON SILVER WINGS THEY FLY
A MILLION WHITE HORSES
AGAINST THE BLUE SKY
LOOK UP INTO HEAVEN
YOU'LL SEE THEM ABOVE
THE HORSES WE LOST
THE HORSES WE LOVED
MANES AND TAILS FLOWING
THEY GALLOP THROUGH TIME
THEY WERE NEVER YOURS
THEY WERE NEVER MINE
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
THEY WILL BE BACK SOMEDAY
WHEN OUR TIME HAS COME
THEY WILL SHOW US THE WAY
ON SILVER WINGS THEY WILL LIFT US
TO THE WARMTH OF THE SUN
WHEN OUR LIFE IS OVER
AND ETERNITY HAS BEGUN
WE WILL JUMP THE SUN
AND DANCE OVER THE MOON
A BALLET OF HORSES AND RIDERS
ON THE WINDS
TO A HEAVENLY TUNE
DO YOU HEAR THAT SOFT NICKER
CLOSE TO YOUR EAR?
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
LOVE THE ONES THAT ARE HERE
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
LIFT UP YOUR SAD EYES
CAN'T YOU SEE THEM
AS THEY FLY BY?
A MILLION WHITE HORSES
FREE FROM HUNGER AND PAIN
THEIR SPIRITS SET FREE
UNTIL WE RIDE AGAIN
BRENDA RILEY-SEYMORE
Horses
Horses, Horses
Everywhere!
Treats in my pocket
Hay in my hair
Manure to muck
Bedding to lay
This mare is expecting
And she is due today
Stalls to fix
They chewed the wood
I'd have walls of steel
If only I could
Ferrier's coming
"Studly's" thrown a shoe
Where he's lost it
I haven't a clue
Grain to buy
Blankets to mend
Leather to clean
Is that a cheque I didn't yet send?
The east fence needs tending
the yearlings are loose
They look up at me from their green smorgasbord
As if I have a screw loose
The mares and fillies are huddled
They're brewing up some ruse
To get more attention
From this frazzled old goose
The sun's going down
The evening sky bright red
A good day tomorrow
As I drop in my bed
But I rise once again
In the new morning sun
Darn! "Studly" got loose
Who and what has he done?
As I run to the barn
To put things aright
I wonder how I'll find time
To get to the club meeting tonight
As I return to the house
For my morning cup of "joe"
I look over my herd
And even though
I may complain, cuss
Whimper and whine
Having these horses
Is mighty, wonderfully Fine!
Newborn babies by their mother's side
Bring a smile to my lips
And a tug at my heart
I whisper a quick prayer
And once again, I'm ready to start.
Pauline Markwick (2006)
THE BREATH OF PARADISE IS THAT WHICH BLOWS BETWEEN THE EARS OF A HORSE.
-ARABIC QUOTATION
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE, UNTIL A HORSE COMES AND POOPS ON IT.
WHO NEEDS MEN WHEN YOU HAVE A HORSE?....OH...WAIT...SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO THE PAYING.
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