The horse of Anna Purvis*
was a wild and wiley steed.
With mane and tail flowing,
The model of her breed.
The picture of serenity
When leisurely and idle.
But ev'ry man beware
Who brandishes a bridle.
Her hooves become like lightening
To me your ears do lend!
For e'en the best equestrian
She to the ground will send.
All the pow'rs she does own
She willingly will wield,
To bear any but her master
Down upon the field.
Heed this warning well
Oh, ye adventrous soul,
If you wish to see long days
And live them as a whole.
For in all my life long years
I have never met a force
So strong, wild, and terrible,
As Anna Purvis' horse.
*name changed for protection purposes.
