We washed, clipped, brushed
'Til our bodies said, "No more"!
We walked and trotted
We walked and trotted
And tried to stand still
We declared them ready.
Colors matched horses with handlers
You could smell the tension
Over our minted breaths
Numbers were called
And we walked to public death.
Quaking inside
The training overcame
While we romanced the judge
The horses smiled
And we picked up our feet.
The microphone echoed
We held our breath
Numbers floating on air
Turned into blue and purple ribbons
that said we were the best!!
