The Colt was born,
in blazing Sun.
His legs all gangly,
wobbling as he
tried to run.
Always a joy,
with much delight,
to see a newborn
take steps; a new flight.
The Colt was born,
in blazing Sun.
His legs all gangly,
wobbling as he
tried to run.
Always a joy,
with much delight,
to see a newborn
take steps; a new flight.