The stallion
he holds his head up high as he watches for the danger
he sees a new sight an approaching stanger
it rides upon another horse with a stockwhip in his hand
its approaching with some mighty speed, kicking up the sand
its then the stallion knows that is him the man is after
but when he turns to run there is two more watching with much laughter
the stallion flees with all his speed but fails to lose the men
a lasso is caught around his neck
and the humans there is ten
the stallion bucks and kicks and bites
but the rope gets tighter each time he fights
so with much fear he stands in his sign on surrender
this is a time of his life he does not want to remember
for its not like like him to give up at all
and he fears for his herds downfall
the men, they are not kind except for one who pats his face
as they lead him towards the village, such a terrifying place
the kind man looks back at where the stallion was once free
but he shakes away the guilt and ties him to a tree
they run to find there boss who is a harsh old looking bloke
\"hes a frisky one\" are the words they spoke
so they took him to the round yard where he was to spend the night
but he wasnt giving up, not without a fight
after a good 4 hours all the men had gone
except for that one kind man who had waited all night long
he walked into the paddock where the stallion stood on gaurd
but to his great suprise he opened up the yard
the stallion walked up to the gate and the kind man said goodbye
\"you go back where you belong\" he was trying not to cry
so the stallion fled the yard returning to his land
and he ran with mighty speed kicking up the sand
he was home free on pain
free to run again
