I got my horse her name is tilly, what a rough rider my little filly, when I give her lovin she tells me back with shovin, when we start ridin I lead her to the side in, Round bout the barrel swift like a carol, when she starts racing I cant hear her pacing, along with her feet i can feal the rythm and chase her to the beet I'd never use a whip she lissons to my hip, she can be craazy I gotta hold grip she can be lazy I gotta give her lip. Fly over jumps streak through the creek, Don't over run even when fun she'll feal weak and turn the other cheek. Now were done I say she's number one, end of our session we both learn a lesson, head to the barn to untack give her grain her favorite snack. and brush her main cause I'm her master Take her back out to the pasture , with other horses there all at play It's dinner time I'll get your hay.