MY RACEHORSE

I’d like to own a pacing horse,

Or maybe just a pony.

I’d take it to the racing course,

To join the ceremonies.

He’d always be fed every dawn,

With oats and hay and corn,

A horse would never hungry be,

If it belonged to me.

I could not care, there’s no disgrace,

Should it never win a race,

I’d be so happy just to own,

A racehorse of my very own.