Young Colt

Young Colt Orange dew Settles down upon Trees and grounds Of Providence, New England A herd of horses Gather in To keep warm, While protecting their First born Suddenly, This fresh Young colt and Mother by His side Kicks up Both hind legs This young colt Runs like a bat Out of hell Through this chilled New England wind You could see White steam Pure out through His shiny Black nostrils, As he breathes In and exhales This maple air, With joy