Where Are the Horses ?

WHERE ARE THE HORSES ? Sound of hooves, rattle of harness - Our world is suddenly horseless. Where have all the horses gone? And men selling the ice-cream cone, Or rag-and-bone, or pop, or coals? All identified by songs, or calls, Whistles, and how-do-you-do. Their horses identified too - They left manure in every lane. They stopped without bit or rein And knew every street and gate. While he sold ice cream they too ate - Nosebags thrown back - oats on tongue. Brown, black, white, old, young Horses gone, men gone. Is life improved? To bring them back we’re all behooved .