marchette chute
I like a lot of people
(although it all depends)
But when it comes to horses
I have some special friends
There is a horse named Anna
Who drove us through the Park
I held the reins a minute
We stayed till nearly dark
There is a horse named Peter
Who brings us daffodiles
And little pots of tulips
To fill our window sills
There is the pickle wagon
And one that carries grapes
They both have friendly horses
Of different size and shapes
I met a horse on Broadway
And what do you suppose?
He put his head down gently
And love me with his nose
