The herd is running, down the hill
they are going, showing a smile
their mood is happy, jumping high
their eyes open wide, blowing their nose
their breathing is quick, the guardian is there
she is watching the herd, she loves them so well
she wears a fancy skirt, and a brown belt
that holds her shinny sword, to defend herself
and a golden armor, its yellows are bright
like the sun passing by, she loves to see them
jumping so high, their hoofs are built so well
and so rhythmic their pace, but they could not end
this was a funny race, even the guardian
was happy as well, she tried to hug them
and also to kiss them, they wont stop there
running makes them happy…I guess !
