It used to be on a rocking horse
Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot

Then on an imaginary hobby horse
Away, far away
Adventures calling

On the pinto mare, the gentlest one of them all.
Miles disappeared beneath four sturdy  hooves.
The grasslands called them out as one.

And now she sits, with eyes closed
Remembering sweet remembrance of days of youth
Rocking, steadfast rocking.