Finnegans Horse Part the First

Harry Finnegan loved his horse, Not in the carnal sense of course, Just as a valued animal friend Loyal and faithful to the end. You’d see them every day up town On Harry’s milk and yoghurt round Bringing foods of taste and class To places others dare not pass. There wasn’t a place – high or low That Harry and horse would not go. Harry didn’t know the truth of course, His nag was a police undercover horse, Digi cameras in each front hoof And in his mane to film the roof, A mobile phone to fit beneath Both of his two large front teeth, A special code of whinnies and neighs To direct the force all the way To the scene of a spotted crime Helping them arrive in time. Local villains trembled in despair Wondering how the police got there. Watch this space some other night More revelations if the time is right But nobody twigged how crime went down On Harry Finnegan’s Yoghurt round. And Harry Finnegan loved his horse But not in the carnal sense of course.