As the winter came on and the days got rougher Eating grass became a lot tougher. The hay they gave me wasn’t sufficient They started to think that I was different. But if these problems weren’t enough My teeth were sharp, out of balance, and rough. And as my cheeks were blistered and sore Eating then became a real chore. There wasn’t much more they thought they could do They had some ideas but only a few. They wormed me, rugged me and brought me in But by then I was becoming really thin. Then one day a friend did insist I needed a visit from an equine dentist Within two days the dentist was here Assisted by a vet from fairly near. He opened my mouth and stood back in shock And said 'Why have you left me to do such a lot?' |