“Boy with a Horse,” Friend, Aug. 1991, 27
My bedroom’s rather small, of course,
But still, I’d like to have a horse!
If he stood quiet and didn’t prance,
I’d climb up on his back and be
A highwayman! A knight-at-arms!
A captain of the cavalry!
(We couldn’t go outside, you know,
Because the doorways are too low.)