I had a horse, a great big bay. I didn’t have to feed him hay.
he lived on air and pumped up gas fed though a tube stuck up his arse.
I rubbed him until he shone bright, inflated him till he was tight
fetlocks full, rump so fine – what a dream that horse of mine.
Then deary me, one fine day he farted twice and flew away.
I called him Pegasus, that horse – he set off on a wayward course
flying high to see the world, balloon wings puffed and proud unfurled.
He stopped at Brighton for some tea and gazed in wonder at the sea.
‘Oh fol de neigh’ – he gasped, for there, he spied a buxom bright-eyed mare
all painted gold and harnessed neat, curled mane wild with trit trot feet.
My handsome horse was blown away, a hot flush swooped him from the bay,
up and up, he span and danced – enthralled, in love, inspired, entranced.
Then oh! A fat and juicy fart sent him seawards like a dart,
then up he soared without a care, dreaming of his golden mare.
Fetlocks fiery, seesaw flight. He really was an awesome sight.
On the merry giddy go round painted horses pawed the ground
in mute procession jiggety jig circling the boardy rig.
But hark, a sound full loud and fruity, the buxom equine painted cutie
looked up and saw high in the air my handsome stallion rearing there,
tail erect now hot air puffed, tightly glowing, love bug stuffed.
With a ho and a hey and a nonny-whinny-neigh, on that Brighton beach they say,
inflated large, erect and tight – a large bay horse in marvellous flight
hit the merry giddy go round. then ‘BANG’ he burst on shingle ground!
Balloon bits tatty fluttered by, there was one lonely golden sigh
as a hurdy gurdy melody was blown into the salt spray sea.
And if the wind is right it’s said, when all good folks are home in bed
when the silent giddy merry go round, its moon shadow on shingle ground
let’s sleep its painted proud horse ring – why then you’ll hear the mermaids sing
of my big bay and his sweet mare, dancing in the sea foam where
the sea and sky meet far away, with a fol dee diddle dee nonny neigh.