Patch

This is for Patch, the little mare that left the saddle club.


one day you were there,
all fit and fiesty,
but then you left us,
Patch the almighty!

I first saw you in you stable,
so neat and o so tidy,
but then you were bleeding,
Patch the Almighty!

Every one was larking about,
but then you lay down slightly,
Shes gone to heaven,
PATCH THE ALMIGHTY!