Horny the Horse

Horny the Horse – Boy had it Made,
Nose In the Air – Tail in a Braid.
Mare in his Stall – Envy of Many,
Beautiful Mate all Knew as Fair Jenny.

Horny had Eyes for Pastures around,
Pretty Young things he Searched for and Found.
Jumped lots Of fences – ran Many a mile,
Loyal to One just Wasn’t his Style.

Felt like a Stud for Risks that he’d Take,
Thinking not All what’s Really at Stake.
Returning one Night to his Great Alarm,
Jenny had Locked him Out of their Barn.