The black horse

True black beauty, my big black horse,

Runs, not trotts and a real fine breed.

Five thousand’s a deal, though too low,

I’ll stick around for your generous deed.

Here am I, in my dark brown stable,

Feed the black one with what I get.

The only horse that I ever had,

But am giving it and I‘ll ne’er forget,

The rides we had, the races we won,

Memories woven into my mind’s wool,