The Old Stables Farm

Deep in the heart of West Sussex

The Downs stretch out for miles

Complete with wide open spaces

Meadows and county styles

There resides three staunch compatriots

A Horse a Donkey and an old Dog called Chat

They live in an Old Racing Stables complex

With Farmer Ted Wilson, his wife Betty and Daughter Pat

Each morning about six thirty

They are all taken out for a long walk

By Farmer Wilson with his walking stick to aid him

Down past the old quarry where they used to dig up Chalk

The horse’s name was Mumbo Jumbo

Use to running at Ascot Racecourse and the like

Somehow he managed to win ten races

So he looked forward to his early morning hike

The Donkey was called Rambo

He was as tough as an old welly Boot

He had a very nasty temperament at times

It seems life to him was just a hoot

But Chat was an old Iris Red Setter

Just as red as red could be

His coat shone ever so brightly in the Sunlight

To him life was just a good game don’t you see

They used to walk for about four miles at a time

Then head back home in time for their early morning feed

And Farmer Wilson could put his feet up

And give the morning Newspaper a jolly good read

Daughter Pat was especially fond of Mumbo

She took him out for a canter each day

With Chat running along beside them

They would go on their merry way

But old Rambo preferred a more peaceful existence

But would Hop, Skip and jump when the mood took him

Or just lays somewhere quiet and nod off into dreamland

And wake up find some puddle, lay in it and pretend to swim

Life on the Farm was a joy to behold

Everyone was as happy as happy could be

Even on days that were wet and cold

Farmer Wilson and Betty had been married for fifty long years

Together they worked hard all day long

And built up the Farm though a lot of blood Sweat and tears

Daughter Pat does her best to lend a helping hand

Between them they make it work well

So for a few more years good health permitting

Their lives will prosper but you never can tell.