The Horse Named Maybe

I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde, said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride." Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't-- the first thing she did was dump me in dirt. I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud, "Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground. I pulled, and I pushed, and I pleaded and begged, but Maybe just blinked and then stomped on my leg. Now me and ol' Maybe, we're thick as can be-- she naps in the shade, and she bosses on me. Folks laugh when I ride--I don't mind much, you see-- 'cause Maybe's the only girl stubborn as me.