Horny the Horse – Boy had it Made,
nose In the Air – Tail in a Braid.
Mare in his Stall – Envy of Many,
beautiful Mate all Knew as Fair Jenny.
Horny had Eyes for Pastures around,
pretty Young things he Searched for and Found.
Jumped lots Of fences – ran Many a mile,
loyal to One just Wasn’t his Style.
Felt like a Stud for Risks that he’d Take,
thinking not All what’s Really at Stake.
Returning one Night to his great alarm,
Jenny had Locked him Out of their Barn.