Golden Cloud
At birth I was named Golden Cloud,
But you know me as Trigger.
When I became Roy Rogers’ horse
My fame became much bigger.
They say I was the smartest horse
That anyone had seen.
I’d walk on two feet, sign my name
And was house-trained to stay clean.
Roy Rogers paid a hearty sum
To make me his own horse.
It’s equaled 30k today
But I was worth it, of course!
I starred in westerns, learned my tricks,
And lived a life of pleasure,
And in return, I was deemed
A western National Treasure.
I would not trade my life with Roy
Because I knew he loved me,
I run in heavenly pastures now
And rest under green shade trees.
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