Lady’s Ride Of Terror

My cousin Helena and I rode out

Beneath a summer sky

My aunt cried, “Never face the barn -

Or home they both will fly!”

We reached the trees and pulled one rein

And turned them by mistake

Then Lady launched like thunder loosed

And set the earth to quake

No trot, no gallop carried her

She flew in headlong flight

Then dropped her nose to scratch an itch

Mid-terror, mid full flight!

Old Newton says what starts in motion

Keeps sailing through the air

And there I flew by learned decree

With no one there to care

Her head came up and I flew back

And landed on her rear

I clung there like a sack of oats

And screamed for all to hear!

Chorus

Lady saw the old red barn

All at once the world went wild

I rode her neck, then rode her rump

A forsaken, screaming child!

We told my aunt this awful tale

She laughed, “My Lady? No!”

But I still say that horse took joy

In putting on that show!