OLD MARY

The horse’s name was Mary
She served many a child before
She knew she could carry
Four kids and maybe more

It was a life of leisure
For the old work horse
Baby sitting a pleasure
She could stay the course

She stood for many hours
As the children ran about
Her mane adorned with flowers
She was a beautiful mount

Her mouth never knew a bit
Never a saddle on her back
On her back four children fit
Saddle bags were gunny sacks

Sometimes she was a circus horse
Sometimes she ran a race
She could do all these things, of course
By standing in one place

The children loved old Mary
And Mary loved them back
She was always proud to carry
Four rascals and a gunny sack

©Copyright April 4, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland