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.