Fred, the cowboy and his mare
Was caught in a snowy blizzard,
To avoid freezing to death, Fred
Cut the horse’s belly open, crept
In and fell asleep.
When he awoke, the bitter frost
Had sealed the wound, he couldn’t
Get out and became the horse’s
Lungs, heart and other innards.

On the third day the horse got up
And found it’s own way back home
And Fred was mourned. The mare
Got a bit odd, avoided other horses,
Especially stallions, took to gazing into
The bedroom window, of the rancher’s
Daughter, scraped a hoof and snorted
Loudly if someone cheated at cards
And refused to be mounted.

On Saturday night, it followed
The ranch hands into town, was
Refused entrance when it tried to
Get in to the saloon and up to the
Second floor where the girls were
Busy doing needle work. The barman
Gave the mare a bucket of ale and it
Nuzzled women in the street, neighed
Lustfully, this lesbian equine and
Staggered home in early morn

Then the mare disappeared, it
Was last seen galloping towards
The open plain, neighing as in pain.
Another tempest came and it lasted
Three whole days. One starry night
A naked, shivering, stinking Fred
Knocked on the bunk house door,
Neighed, scraped a foot and wanted
To come in.