Pawnees Pride


He was born to run and so he did,
He felt the wind beneath his feet;
His time was short to run with ease,
No longer could you hear his beat;

He moaned in pain his steps were small,
He thought perhaps he'd try;
His heart was strong, his will was brave,
He thought perhaps he'd try;

Today he stands a Stallion,
He's strong he's tried and true;
His babies run with ease the steps,
That Pawnees Pride once knew;

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