Oh a strange and curious thing is a horse,
Believe or not, as you choose.
For he takes it quite as a matter of course
That he goes to bed in his shoes.
And his shoes, which are iron and not soft leather,
Are nailed to his feet with pegs
And he falls asleep without minding the weather,
As he stands upright on his legs
And his hair doesn't grow in the proper place
But out of his neck instead
And his ears are not at the side of his face,
But stand on the top of his head.