Pale in the moonlight
Pale in the moonlight but way up high,
A brumby stood on a hill near the sky,
His mane and tail a silky bed
And sweat was dripping from his head.
He had won a battle between life and death
And was breathing hard in a foggy breath.
The rain was pelting and it was very cold
But this brumby was strong and very bold,
He stood on his hind legs and neighed strongly-
When you've won a battle you can do nothing wrongly.
Lifeless and still the other brumby lay
No longer could it run or neigh,
The battle ended with bucks and kicks
The first brumby won with hooves like bricks.
As he finished neighing with a voice so shrill
He walked into his new life and off the hill
A brumby stood on a hill near the sky,
His mane and tail a silky bed
And sweat was dripping from his head.
He had won a battle between life and death
And was breathing hard in a foggy breath.
The rain was pelting and it was very cold
But this brumby was strong and very bold,
He stood on his hind legs and neighed strongly-
When you've won a battle you can do nothing wrongly.
Lifeless and still the other brumby lay
No longer could it run or neigh,
The battle ended with bucks and kicks
The first brumby won with hooves like bricks.
As he finished neighing with a voice so shrill
He walked into his new life and off the hill