"Look at my horse, my horse is amazing
Give it a lick ("Mmm! It tastes just like raisins!")
Have a stroke of its mane, it turns into a plane
And then it turns back again, when you tug on its winky-"
(Ooh, that's dirty!) Do y'think so?
By the brand on my withers the finest of tunes
Is played by the lancers, hussars, and dragoons
And it's sweeter then stables or water to me
The cavalry canter of Bonnie Dundee
They feed us and break us and handle and groom
They give us good riders and plenty of room
They launch us in collumn of squadron to see
The way of the war-horse to Bonnie Dundee
Rudyard Kipling, Parade song of the camp animals
"I said, 'Fuck your Mitsubishi, I've a horse outside!
Fuck your Subaru, I've got a horse outside!
Fuck your Honda Civic, I've a horse outside!
If you're lookin' for a ride, I've got a horse outside!"
— Rubberbandits, "Horse Outside"