Colt's helpin me break a little colt
outta my old mare Mousey.
I call him Twister

on account of he's got
a little white blaze on his forehead
in the shape of a tornado.

He's a fine lookin sorrel
with two white socks.
There's two ways to break a horse

and me and Colt favor breakin easy.
He's comin along
and I reckon it's time to see how he sets.

See if he throws a fit
or sets easy like he's been taught.

Hanque O . . .

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