A little Icelandic named Skjoni Was fluffy and round like a pony He said "I'm a horse!" Though he wasn't, of course And everyone knew he was phony
When riding Icelandics in tolt Make sure you're not riding a colt Wait till he's older And bigger and bolder And not quite so likely to bolt Horses from Iceland love tolting In Spring they spend all their time moulting They live 30 years Have no foibles or fears And they don't bite, buck, kick or do bolting If you put heavy boots on your horse And train him with cruelty and force A bit made of wire Will the judge's inspire And he'll win all the prizes, of course Mic (Michelle) Rushen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Solva Icelandic Horses and DeMeulenkamp Sweet Itch Rugs: www.solva-icelandics.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes"
