I ride on your back,
please charge forward for god's sake.
Hopping over squares like a maniac,
you're making me giddy alright.
Only at the outpost,
will you be satisfied,
horsing around playing mind games.
On the hill,
the enemy in fear, asking,
what's the stallion doing up here.
Soon the enemy king choked,
and died of a heart attack,
We won the war,
— The End —