When I was ten it occurred to me
What the lilac bushes were meant to be
A stall for my trusty bike (my horse)
It was just between me and him of course
And so I cleared a lovely spot
Beneath the branches hung a pot
For water that my bike could reach
To quench his thirst when he was hot
Sturmey Archer was his name
(Printed on the gears it was)
I tended to him night and day
I fed him carrots, grass and hay
It wasn\'t till the winter came
That parents spoiled this lovely game
It\'s not a horse its only iron
It lives inside not in a barn
So I would bide my time from then
Till horses (real) became my friends
There\'s nothing like a horse you see
For non-judgmental company