Joy Looks For a Mate

I Walk In My head Held high And My Mane Blowing Aorund In my Face From The Wind And The Sun Shining On My Back Making my Coat Shine A Littel Brighter I Look aorund and Whinny for Any Near Stallion's

I nicker Softly A littel Worried that A Stallion Would Never come I Put My Head Near The Ground And Graze Still Waiting

I Lift My head And Nicker more Frustarted Than ever "Fine" I yell Into the Wind i Stomp my hoff And say To Proticuraly no One "I Didnt Want A MAte!!" ANy way i Soon Leave tierd Of the Wait And See Game