JOHNNY'S COLT. 



Johnny's wee fuzzy colt with the light bushy tail, 

 And the big, dreamy eyes so good natured and 



brown, 



Which reflected your face as he stood by the rail ; 

 Was the pet of the farm when the folk came from 

 town. 



He was foaled in the lot near the brook where the 

 skegs 



Mark the spot where I took my first trout with a fly, 

 And was stumbling about on his long wobbly legs 



When the groom who first saw him was galloping by. 



All the men on the place said he was highly bred, 

 By a great racing horse, name unknown, while the 

 mare 



Had at one time belonged to a neighbor now dead, 

 And was known to have won a fast race at the fair. 



She was high strung and flighty, but game to the core, 

 And would try to the finish, to harness or pole, 



But went wrong in her hip and was heard of no more r 

 Until after the boys fell in love with her foal. 



In the long summer days I oft leaned on the bar, 

 And dreamed honors for him on a fast strip of dirt ; 



Made him tramp on the records like Major Delmar, 

 Or spread eagle the pacers like old Prince Alert. 



And the cute little chap with a mane like spun silk, 

 Would look at me and whinner or scamper and play; 



Snuggle to me for sugar or call for the milk 



Which the farmer prescribed for the colt twice a day. 



'Tis these small dreams of hope which prompt many 

 to try 



In the struggle of life for a fortune jolt 

 Which will make them a winner in the public eye 



With a yacht, with a gun, or a bushy tailed colt. 



