There was a tiny foal born at dawn,
As drops of dew bathed the lawn.
With tiny ears and tiny toes,
Dark round eyes and velvet nose.
Prancing, playing through the day,
Antrancing all that month of May.
Named now Dawn she came to call,
All fluffy brwon, soft and small.
As drops of dew bathed the lawn.
With tiny ears and tiny toes,
Dark round eyes and velvet nose.
Prancing, playing through the day,
Antrancing all that month of May.
Named now Dawn she came to call,
All fluffy brwon, soft and small.


