The horse is sad. It goes, "Neigh- neigh!"
As it looks up the Milky Way,
Thinking the crescent in the sky
Must be some half-eaten pie.
Its sides are moving up and down,
'Cause it's afraid that clouds'd frown,
Drink up the Milky Way and eat
The starry oats- every bit!
The cloud sulks and curses out
The sky, the crescent and all around.
The horse is sad, and puzzled, and stunned,
Waiting to greet the rising sun.
The nightly drama wears out.
The horse looks down, ready to pout,
Unhappy in its little stable...
Have you met the horse that's as unstable?!