shower you with sugar lumps

augbee  asked:

My lovely horse, running through the fieldWhere are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fencesPolish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentistMy lovely horse, you're a pony no moreRunning around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...

Please,,my children are dying,,, your horse killed them,,