I heard you ring, come in my friend!I was watching TV news,The price of gold, the rioting,and politicians' views.
There's been another murder,a plane crash, an earthquake, too.Come in and watch this rocket launch,It's been long since I've seen you.
Sit down old friend. I'm glad you're here.I've long wanted to sayThat you have a fault, a problem withAnimals that neigh.
You're always occupied at home,Messin' 'round the pen.There's more to life, you know old friend,Than horses and horsemen.
You're backward lookin', slow to change.It explains, to say the least,Your attachment to this expensiveand quite archaic beast
You're always broke, you spend your doughOn fence and stall and gate.Get with it, pal, and realizeIt’s nineteen eighty eight.
Why can’t you accept reality?The equine's day is done,Okay, except for racingTo provide a little fun.
You're cleaning pens and mending stuffWhile others golf and sail.You're always nursing injuriesYou've suffered on the trail.
Your conservatism seems stubborn toUs folks who look aheadTo century twenty one, a timeOf technology, it’s said.
You love things old, and historyAnd tack made just by hand.Pictures decorate your homeOf horses famed and grand.
Nostalgic and romantic scenesAppeal to your imagination.The smell of horse and barn and tackPreferred to urbanization.
We're in the age of computers, sir;Horses have no place.Though I admit they were usefuland helped the human race.
Born a hundred years too late,You're obsolete, of course.Hey! Never mind that rocket launchLet’s go out and see my horse.
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