Golden Glowing Biscuits

Golden Glowing Biscuits Eohippus at the dawn of history rides off the earth His son the dawn horse rides out on the day First through a lush field of heather up ahead Guided by shifting westward winds Then over the hills of clover running to the cliff Down labyrinths of canyons crooked paths Past the canna, columbine and hollyhock bursts of reds There, just over long green grasses beyond the pastures The animal takes a break Relieves himself, releases golden biscuits to the earth Which aid the fertile fields to grow and flourish