A walking horse filly,
just a little paint horse mare.
Pretty as a picture,
when I saw her standing there.
Followed me in the field,
took every step I took.
She looked like a picture,
you would see in a book.
I knew we would buy her,
I knew it from the start.
'Cause that little filly,
she had won my heart.
She's all grown up now,
still as pretty as can be.
She's a very special horse,
good buddies, her and me.
Copyright © 2011 Jo Ann Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.
