Sea Stead
Along the street, there was a horse;
I stopped and stared, but then of course
I had to trace it to its source.
I saw a horse, I saw a horse.
It was a thing from Neptune's deep,
awakened from its wat'ry sleep,
just standing there, without a peep.
I had to sleep, I had to sleep.
In night time dreams, I mount my steed
and then ride out to do good deed
for some poor soul in hour of need.
I do indeed, I do indeed.
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