My stumbling course,
As a horse,
Is determined by the being.
A creature so queer
That you wouldn't dare go near.
Though really worth seeing.
The fur is just shy of pink,
It usually brings a nice drink.
And a snack that attends.
Two legs carry it to my bidding
And I am not fibbing!
But alas it mends,
My aching tummy,
With mouthfuls so yummy.
So I ask you,
What in the hay feeds me?
An answer I can't see,
But my belly is full, and that will do.