Re: A horsey hoot

[Lynne Glazer <lglazer@cyberg8t.com>]

To the Janis Joplin song, Mercedes Benz.

A friend wrote more verses, why don't you do an endurance one, Barb?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me
a Grand Prix equine.
Gray and Dover have their's,
Now I want one of mine.
I know all the cues,
I can ride that center line.
Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
a Grand Prix equine.

Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
a Secretariat clone.
From training these claimers,
I'm weary to the bone.
Triple Crown and Breeder's Cup,
I'm sure I would own.
Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
a Secretariat clone.

Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
another Gem Twist.
The first one's retired,
And he is sorely missed.
We'd win every class,
We'd make the short list.
Oh, Lord won't you buy me
another Gem Twist.

Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
a real reining horse.
I know all the patterns,
I won't go off course.
Our spins would be flawless,
Our stops, a tour de force.
Oh, Lord, won't you buy me
a real reining horse.

At 12:00 PM -0500 11/10/98, BMcCrary27@aol.com wrote:
><Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horsy that bends
>My friends all ride warmbloods
>        I must make amends.
>I practice my leg yields
>        Each evening 'til ten
>Oh Lord, won't you buy me
>        A horsy that bends.>
>
>Etc., etc.
>
>This is an absolute gem!  But I took it for a poem.  If it's a song, to what
>melody does one sing it?
>
>BMc