The ponies stamp and snort In the cool morning air. I lay my loop on a shaggy one, A brown spotted mare. Now, she’s a good one ‘Bout as steady as they go. Time to round up the baldies; I tighten the latigo. The mare’s head bobs As we head out on the trail. She bounces the bit on my knee, Fusses, sidesteps, swishes her tail. “Now easy there, Missy.” I pat her neck, “Why, we’re almost there. No sense in all this dancin’, On a day so light and fair.” The mare continues to two-step, A swish. A sashay, It’s been quite a while since I hit the dirt, I’m hoping it’s not today. But she humps up her back, and jumps at least a mile high, The answer buzzes past my face, As she leaps into the sky. This buckin’ bronco brought to you, By the courtesy of your local horse fly.