John, the Work Horse

My name is John--the work horse And I was teamed with Prince. We could easily do a job at which An Arabian horse would flinch. Prince's work is over now. He's buried in the pasture. I am too old to work so hard, According to my kind master. He tells me I must take my ease And to just enjoy my leisure, That he is going to retire And be a lazy old geezer. But he still drives the plow team And I just follow after. I try to mind his gees and haws. He doubles up with laughter. When he keeps his promise to retire, I will stop working too. We'll spend our time malingering Beneath the skies of blue Written Feb. 29, 2016