Majestic creature, noble steed,
Pinto-Arabian is he,
The halter slips over his head, leads,
Sunlight glints off his beautiful pelt,
His big brown eyes makes hearts melt.

Tack on, martingale too,
Ready to ride, and we do,
Out to the jump arena we go,
Warm him up, set up a course,
He is the perfect horse.

The wind whips his mane and tail,
As over the jumps, we sail,
And the rest of the lesson, we nail,
We walk, trot, canter, gallop, run,
Until, sadly, we're done.

Unsaddle him and brush him down,
Bathe him, so he's shiny white, black, and brown,
He grazes for a few minutes on the way back,
Then into his stall he goes,
Hug him good-bye, he knows.

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