Old Gray mare 

Listen you old gray Mare, I see you there,
You had better get out there and win,
You know what I've told you before,
Don't make me have to tell you again.

You used to win, till you met that old steed,
Now you just hang with him all the way.
If only you knew that you just look silly,
Out there flirting and losing every day.

I need this purse pretty badly,
So I can buy for you oats and hay,
So, if you don't get it in gear and win,
I'm gonna tell the dog food makers to come haul you away

~ Wildfern ~