Stack of hay,
Come what may,
Bring life this very day,
Open eyes to joyous play,
Till the skies turn from grey,
Till the end of decay,
And a horse goes astray,
Deciding whether or not to stay,
Or to choose its own tender way,
How to say,
Yay or nay,
A choice at bay,
A demon to slay,
It will be okay,
No matter the price to pay,
Like a sweet sun ray,
On a golden tray,
Spoken as we pray,
An image to portray,
So far away,
Like a Blue Jay,
My heart does sway.
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