I was left to ponder
Often did I feed carrots to the horsesWhile in paddocks next to courses
Wary of receiving a nasty bite
With my fingers I was always light
Horses are not terribly smart
At nothing they spook and start
Far be it for them to quantify and see
The difference between carrots and me
I always stood behind the electric wire
The danger of iron clad hooves most dire
And when they had ate all that I had
They stood there looking oh so sad
Wuffling and bucking their massive heads
Trampling the muck with their iron treads
As if to say they demanded more of me
That I had come up lacking a carrot or three
Then at last they turned away
And trotted off with ample sway
Disdaining further interaction
With the human faction
I was left to ponder all alone
Rain, sun and crops grown
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