The clock alarms,
He jumps from the bed.
Gotta get going,
Get the horses fed.
Let the horses out,
If the weather's fit.
Clean up the barn,
There’s no time to sit.
Looks at the sky,
The sun’s shinning bright.
Gotta mow the hay,
Get done before night.
Shut down the tractor,
Around about five-thirty.
Groom all the horses,
They rolled and got dirty.
Put the horses in the stalls,
After cleaning their feet.
Get them all grain,
It’s time for them to eat.
Gets done around ten,
And dead on his feet.
Takes a shower and goes to bed,
Too tired to even eat.
But up the next morning,
And ready to go again.
Working all day long,
He’s the horse’s best friend.
Copyright © 2001 Jo Ann Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.
