We led our gift horse to water where

the grass is always greener but

it was chomping at the bit and

we couldn’t hold our horses when

we couldn’t make the horse drink but

they say don’t spare the horses so we beat it

until it was dead and then we beat it

some more but that’s what we got for

backing the wrong horse and we were hungry so

we ate the horse like we were horses and we

were feeling our oats when we

put our carts before our horses and

rode back home on our high horses like dark horses

we were dark horses in this town that is no longer

a one-horse town this town gone the way

of the horse and the buggy a town

that wild horses couldn’t drag us from

where the townsfolk go and play horse hockey

and stage a horse opera and see a horse doctor where

even the mayor horses around

and we call every trite day horseplay