Put The Bolt On ( Horse )

We went riding, my friend had a feisty black mare,
unaware of his fate, so casual, he didn't really care;
suddenly mare took off down the trail in shower of dust,
he had to be just brought back before his legs got bust.

Enjoyment is strange, waiting in cowshed for storm to pass,
jumping a five-barred gate, no problem, just raise your arse;
they say that you're not a rider until you've fallen off,
I never did, but for all this pleasure, enough was enough.

Put the bolt on the door, make sure it's strong and tough,
to thwart intruders, life's hard without having it rough;
that lunging line will guide you in a pleasant circle,
until you can be released and achieve something magical.

My bolting friend was seen carrying bale of straw up a stair,
asked where going, he said: 'I'm just off to feed my nightmare.'