stand'n at a kitchen window---a bake'n some rolls

watch'n the mares---with their new born foals

when one in particular---caught my eye

he hit the ground---like he was go'n to die

he would play and buck---do a 100 yard dash

then fall over like dead---and do his own crash

for up to five minutes---still as a saint

he lay on the ground---asleep and was faint

soon back to life---up wobbly and weak

he'd soon have his bearings---and be back at his peak

i called the vet---a cry'n a song

come look at my colt---and tell me whats wrong

the vet did't know ---so i called two or three

to get their opinions---of what they could see

when after some thought---they came to a conclusion

of the colt that i had---and what was causing his illusions

he was born with the "term"---he had a hole in his heart

couldn't get enough oxygen---the gas that made him start

he would soon run out of it---and faint to the ground

with a few minutes of recovery---was back to being sound

i know this story---sounds a bit phony

but i remember the day---of the fainting pony

out on the ranch---the memory now history

as i recall the time---of another ranch mystery!!

stand'n at a kitchen window---a bake'n some rolls

a watch'n the mares---with their newborn foals

when one in particular---caught my eye

he hit the ground---like he was go'n to die

written by richard

2010