Who has time for musing when

   your ears are froze!?

   Who has times for musing

   when you got ice balls in your toes!?

   Who has time for musing

   when they put crazy things on your head !?

 

Well I do–McTavish–’cause I am standing around forgotten–oh sure, they trim my toes and stick that vile paste in my mouth, brush me once in a while, feed me that yummy hay–but when are they going to RIDE me?!!!

Oh no, they are too busy riding those red mares (although they are cute) than to pay attention to me.

Or they ride those spotted things–Taco and Chief, and they even rode my cousin–that ass, Gordi.

Hello people come out and ride me–or if you have a horse–when have YOU ridden last!?