Twas late at night a text arrived, a mother and her pride
Her child did win the championship her message had implied
How can this be I wondered, on a horse without a head
No saddle on its back, without a manger for its bed
And yet you claim it has no shoes, a horse without a hoof?
Next thing that you will try to say, its barn it has no roof
What kind of rodeo was this, a horse that did not move
A pommel you did mention but the rest you’ll have to prove
A journey of so many miles and herds of parents love
Came all together this fine day, performance shined above
The heart is always open for a parent and a child
All points are in, the boy did win and cheering just went wild.