Musin's of a Horse

I was daydreamin' the other day a-munchin' on my oats, Gazin' across the pasture at the cows, sheep and goats. Them fellers sure do live a life of ease as compared to me. When I tell you about my plight, I think that you will agree! They get to graze and lounge about while I do all the work. Often they'll glance my way with a self-satisfied smirk. I get the sting of a quirt if my duties I should ever shirk. It's enough to drive this weary old war-horse berserk! I will readily admit and I'll be the very first to concede, It's for sure I ain't a handsome, prancin' Arabian steed. But if I may be permitted to say somethin' in my defense. I'm certainly blessed with good old common horse sense! Them arrogant snobs ain't "saddled" with all this silly tack, Nor do they bear three hundred pounds of cowpoke on their back! And they don't have that dude a-spurrin' 'em on each flank. I could get along very well without that, to be perfectly frank! About the only highlight in my life is some new shoes now and then, And if I'm able to survive, I'll retire to frolic in the glen. Perhaps they'll take pity on me when I become old and gray. Til then, I'll plod along eatin' my meager rations of oats and hay!