THE BIRTHDAY ONES
I am the birthday baby,
And this is the birthday horse.
They gave him to me because I was three
And knew how to drive, of course.
He's trotted and walked and galloped,
And traveled the whole birthday;
He's carried a load up the hilly road,
And once he has run away.
I've fed him high in the stable,
I've watered him at the trough,
I've curried him down to a glossy brown,
And taken his harness off.
Now we are resting a little,
Because there has got to be
A long, stiff run before we're done,
For the birthday horse and me!
NANCY BYRD TURNER.