Horse Fever Once and always a cowgirl Got horse fever in my veins. All I think about is horses With flying hooves and flowing manes. I dream of stallions shiny black And fiery horses at the track. I love a Western horse or English All groomed and fancy tacked. I have visions of foals and mares Grazing in pastures without any cares. No matter where the foals may roam, If I see one I want to take it home. Today I may love Buckskin and Palominos, Tomorrow Creams and Perlinos. Paints and Pintos I so adore, Don't know which colors I love more. I want to own and ride them all, Put them in a fancy stall. If I had a million strong, I'd dream of more all day long. If you have caught horse fever, Don't try to fight it or you'll see, There's no medicine or treatment That will ever set you free. Once and always a cowgirl, Got horse fever in my veins. All I think about is horses, With flying hooves and flowing manes. By Rosemarie J Kramm March 2006