If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round,
Carefully trotting but making no sound.
It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes
Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s
He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,
But a ‘tip-toeing horse’? what a spectacle he made.
When his friends would stand in a nice neat line,
Horace would sneak in, silently from behind.
He was asked, one day, why he had bare feet,
Would horse shoes not be better especially in this heat.
He said, you may be right but I’m really in a pickle,
I have sensitive feet and can’t bare to be tickled.
How about we hypnotize you until you’re feeling sleepy,
Then you wouldn’t feel a thing, now isn’t that just sneaky.
Well lets just try and see if it works,
Surely it’ll be better than all those strange looks.
The doctor said, your eyes are tired; one, two, three,
When I count to six you’ll be really fast asleep.
What a surprise, Horace closed his eyes and had a little snooze,
The blacksmith got to work and gave Horace shiny shoes.
When Horace woke and walked about
He gave aloud a mighty shout
No longer tip-toes on the trot
He made a proud clippety-clop.
He ran around as proud as can be and said yippee and more
He clippety-clopped onto the parade, the crowd gave a mighty roar.
He marched right up to the front of the line and proudly tapped his feet
They made a space, he stood in line, now proudly ready to greet.
The Queen appeared and walked the line in sparkling jeweled crown
When she met Horace she stopped and smiled, looked him up and down
What nice shiny shoes you have she said and rubbed him on his shoulders
And from then on, he carried The Queen when riding with her soldiers!