a horse

A horse

                       My faithful fjording

Go into toy stable the day is over

The little boy will come and stroke your neck.

When a boy is a man he will

Sit on the cart, but not load

It too heavily

And when you and he plough the field

He will give you rest

 A slice of bread or an apple

If the cart is full

After shopping in the village

He will get off and help you pull.

When the day comes

When you are too old

He will set you free on a field of green grass.

He will visit you often

You will be glad and try to jump on ancient legs.

The day will come when you can`t get up

He will kneel beside you and give you rest.

And when it is over

Man and horse alone

The man will cry for no one to see.

You will become a star and shine on the man

Who made you happy.

◄ forget me not

the way it used to be ►

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