Four horses were stood in a Care-Home field,

Sadly, chewing over the price of hay

And how much silage they ate each day.

 

“I used to inhabit a fine field of my own

With lush green grass, not rubble and stone!”

 

“Now we’re all stuck her in our filthy coats!”

 

“We are literally up to our knees in mud!

I’d complain to the farmer, but he’s no good!”

 

“Our foals don’t visit us to gambol and play.

If I could move, I’d run away…”