Each time the dark horse
reaches the green meadow
He is ready to stay and play
galloping through the wild flowers
being relaxed carefree and gay
He loves to chase the white mare
who lives in the meadow alone
She enjoys the carefree space to roam
The meadow has always been her home
Surrounded by a stream of river water
where she can drink to her hearts delight
Knowing it flows from the mountain spring
clean and free from litter and blight
The last time the dark horse
went on an roaming adventure
he twisted his left hind leg in the mud
Now he limps through the meadow
retiring with the white mare as her stud
The saga continues...
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