there was a little horse he was just a foal
he was very friendly a lovely little soul
the horse he had a dream that he was in race
running very fast as he set the pace
running round the track faster than the rest
proving to the others that he was the best
heading for the finish heading for the post
this his what he dreamed of the thing he wanted most
taking home is trophy a great big golden bowl
he dreamed he had grown up and forgot he was a foal
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
there was a little horse he was just a foal
he was very friendly a lovely little soul
the horse he had a dream that he was in race
running very fast as he set the pace
running round the track faster than the rest
proving to the others that he was the best
heading for the finish heading for the post
this his what he dreamed of the thing he wanted most
taking home is trophy a great big golden bowl
he dreamed he had grown up and forgot he was a foal
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