PAPA ON THE HORSE

As I remember,

Papa rode on the horse

the White horse
He was so cruel

And he would not

Feed The white horse

For days

One day

They went to the Sea

The white horse

And papa

I wished the White horse

Would swim

To the other island

And leave Papa for good

He was so cruel

And he would beat

The white horse

For days
But the white horse

Stayed she was not fed

For days

One day

The White Horse

Got mad

And bit Papa to death.

I did not wish

The horse

Would eat Papa whole.

I too would be

Cruel then

Like him.