I had a horse whose name was "Napoleon" All on account of his boney parts He was sired by old Hambletonian Damned by all who saw him start He was so thin you could see right through him Hair on him was fine as silk I drove him to my milk wagon When I wanted to stop, I hollered out, "Milk!" I was out ridin' one fine mornin' 'Long came a rooker, rigged so neat Said he to me, "Come on old duffer, We'll have a race right down the street" Ohhh! I started out all helter-skelter I had a smile all over my face Sure as a sinner, I was comin' out the winner When the cuss hollered, "Milk!"...And I lost... the... race
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