The little chestnut mare
Her life wasn't fair
She never got fed
Just abandoned instead
Oh that little chestnut mare
Her owner didn't care
She never came out
If he did she would shout
"You stupid old thing"
But that changed in the spring
Her body broke down
Like she was about to drown
She was so sick
To even move.
But then I came
I called her sweet name
"Moonstruck" I say
But there she lay
I walk over to the little mare
I use the ground as my chair
I tell her every thing is alright
That she is the moon of every night
To me she will always shine
Luna Bug you are mine
To My lovely pony Moonstruck/Luna.
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