pretty mare


                                            Pretty mare, pretty mare

                                            One who hops, devil-may-care

                                            One whose breath I gladly share

                                            While I sleep, how do you fare?


                                            Pretty mare, pretty mare

                                            My smile widens just a hair

                                            A rousing kiss, a horse so fair

                                            Soft, with tickly whiskers there


                                            Mornings do I feel despair

                                            For my cupboard lay plain and bare

                                            Lyra, my oats, will you forswear?

                                            Pretty mare, pretty mare