I was thinking back, with slight remorse,
The first time I ever rode a horse.
They brought me a nag that looked like a frog
And said, "he's as gentle as a dog."
I climbed in the saddle and looked about.
Then I heard somebody yell, "look out!"
I soon began to realize
The horse and me didn't synchronize.
It seemed to me that where he went
Was not exactly where he was sent.
I grabbed for the horn, so I wouldn't get hurt,
But instead I picked up a hand full of dirt.