A Horse Life

In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat. In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat. In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water, to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony. Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track betters window.In a horse life..