A Hot Summers Day

One hot summer day, 

I walked into my stable and there I lay,

not knowing what to do,

I stood up and walked over to you,

you pushed me away,

and went over to pay,

the person who had brought me.

I loved you, I really did,

but you sent me to the sales, where the slaughterman bid,

higher than all of the rest, 

and there I lay, nothing more than just a pest,

and then I was taken away,

and as soon as I tried to neigh,

you let them hit me,

and you got stung by a bee.

after that my fate was known,

and then I left here, leaving my foal alone,

so, we were slaughtered that day,

and now I'm in heaven where I still play,

my colt has grown into a fine young horse,

but he will never really live of course.

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