He's got me eating out of his hand,

But I wonder what he's up to,

Always bringing me sugar cubes.

I chomp 'em with my big horse teeth

And look sideways at him

To see just what he's doin'.

He's just lookin' at me now,

But I wonder if there's a saddle

Up his sleeve?

And does he know that

I can fly? And so, if he's gonna ride me,

He better get a deep seat, and a very long distance gaze in his eye,

And reach for the sky. 

And Pegasus is only one

Of my secret identities.

-jenn