The Meat Man Cometh.

Fifteen hands and three, a beautiful bay.

Bred from the best lines, to stay the race.

Only to fail and fall on his face. 

Beware horse, the meat man cometh.

All he cares for is his stomach; 

he wants to graze, retire and do nothing.

little of sense, one of the dumbest,

Beware horse, the meat man cometh.

Eight years old, a brain of four,

and still scared of your stable door. 

A bay gelding that thinks like a chestnut mare,

Beware horse, the meat man cometh.

Sold, and sold and sold again.

Loving horse, but bolshy, insane.

He can't switch his brain under rein.

Beware horse, the meat man cometh.

Back to basics, like an unbroke colt.

Save you from yourself, you dolt.

Human will stronger than yours,

To save you from when the meat man cometh.