Sparkle was some stallion, thought he was an Arab steedThough he was just a pony, trying to take the leadIt might be hard to catch him, but worth it all the sameCouldn't keep from smiling, we would canter down the laneGoing away again, where the deer parks endCan I be still quite sure?Driving through the night light, rabbits crossed the roadTried to miss their buddies, but some were gone stone coldLater fed a squirrel, a honey lemon suppertimeHe wasn't worried by my size, his courage was his prideCome to the city's game, where the deer parks endCan we be still quite sure?Can we be still quite sure?
