Ol' Stewball

At bedtime tonight, and a couple of days ago, Lucas requested The Racehorse Song, as he calls it. Only these times, modifications were ordered up.

L: Want to hear the racehorse song. Stewball.

J: Ok. (sings) Ol' Stewball was a racehorse...

L: No, Stewball is pink. And sparklie. That's my favorite color. And I am the rider.

J: Ol' Stewball was a pink sparklie racehorse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wine, and Lucas was his rider.

He also said "don't want the horse to stumble and die" so I had to omit that verse. *

*Peter, Paul, and Mary don't seem to sing the verse about "The grey mare she stumbled, and fell to the ground, lay dead in the infield, never making a sound," which I learned at Camp Keewano. Lucas used to ask for this song to hear the part about the "dead in the infield". Sounds like he's over that a bit, which is fine with me.