I am a tiny horsie,

My life is not at all flossy,

My burden is so heavy to ferry

There'll come a day I'll give up this carry.

I am a horsie, a little honey,

But for a reason I cost lots of money,

I'm getting my overloaded car

From this river-bank to that one, not so far.

I feel much like crying,

I want to be kidding,

I feel much like lying,

Like kicking and skitting.

I want to have friends,

A couple, may be, or so,

But my job never ends,

In my car there is 'snow'.

I'm gonna die very early,

And I'm aware of this,

Perhaps it won't be a spring,