Horse was a bit lame
No one took any notice
It was living a life
A life for which he was
He was not to blame
For the want of care
For the want of skin going bare
A fungus had set up
A lot of pain
No treatment, no gain
His trying to bring attention
Again and again an again
Fungus took hold of the right hoof
Grew quickly hoof out of shape
Twisted and distorted
Owner if you could call him that
Was ready to give him his last call card
Stable boy sneaked in very soon
Cured the horses hoof
Repaired all his hooves
Also the horseshoe nails
Nails had seen better days
Stable boy knew better ways
Got cured did the horse
Love and compassion
Proper food the real cure
Horse almost died
All for the want of a horseshoe nail
Did most of the cure with herbs
All from centuries ago
When horses lived in grass plains
And lots of mountain snow.
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