My Little Foal
She wears white socks like her mother does,
But her skinny legs don't work like they're supposed to.
Her head is proud when she does stand up,
And she jigs(?) around the paddock just to show you.
Oooh, she's mine.
She grow up into something fine.
My little foal, my little foal.
She's my little friend I'll teach her well,
She'll be the cleverest beauty you'll ever see.
And we'll ride on trails up mountain sides,
'Till the very top where the wind and rain are free.
Oooh, she's mine.
She grow up into something fine.
My little foal, my little foal.
When you're feeling sad there's nothing like a friend,
Who'll let you talk and love you back again.
This little horse will grow up strong with me, with me.
Oooh, she's mine.
She grow up into something fine.
Up mountain sides we'll be riding.
My little foal, my little foal.
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