Cocoa and Kaleigh
I'm twenty five this year
That's not old you say?
Well, when you're a little black pony,
By this time, you're turning gray.
I've seen a bunch, hauled lots of kids
Oh, I'd say I'd had some fun
But lately I've met a special girl
Let me tell you about this one.
She's four years old with hazel eyes
and pretty long brown hair
A bubbly laugh, a turned up nose
With freckles here and there.
She's got quite an imagination
She thinks up lots of things
And I've become a foal again
With the joy that Kaleigh brings.
Last week we were the "good guys"
While the robbers stole the loot
Kaleigh whistled, "Come on Black Star!"
Her guns in the air she'd shoot.
On the weekend I pulled the coach
To the fancy dress-up ball
And Kaleigh was the princess
Although she is quite small.
Now yesterday I had huge silver wings
Above the clouds we soared
With Kaleigh laughing all the way
We never find we're bored.
My time is almost over
And girls go onto other things
But I'm happy now, my heart smiles
From the joy that Kaleigh brings.