I stare at him
He stares at me
His eyes full of gentle sorrow
His ears wagging back and forth with the breeze
***** coat and hooves remarkably clean
A sad horse is he

Jutting hips, protruding ribs
Large frame sunken in defeat
Standing in a pile of **** in the rain
Do you enjoy life, Mr. Ed?
Or do you want to die like me?
Can we make you better, Mr. Ed?