Words from Rambo to his Human
What were horses made to do?
To live within a herd—
To eat, to play, to race about,
To speak without a word.
What were horses made to love?
Sweet grass, good friends, and space—
The pleasure of good company,
a playful game of chase.
If I had been a wild horse,
I would have led a band;
Been kicked and bitten here and there,
But gained the upper hand.
I’m glad I’m tame, and wasn’t born
To rove for rugged miles—
A lonely life it would have been,
Without your human smile.
You help me as a good friend should,
You groom my tender parts,
You take me out to stretch my legs
You love my good, brave heart.
A Morgan is a horse, it’s true,
Unmatched for strength and brains—
Throw hybrid vigor in, you get
A horse was born to reign.
I’m special, friend, I know I am—
I’m bold and smart and strong—
But you, dear one, complete my herd,
It’s here that you belong.