Wild and free

My dearest mighty steed, put thy halter upon thy fine nose

coated with shiny grey hairs of wisdom. 

Tis a long journey, my mighty steed. We shall prepare.

Thou shalt not fear, my mighty steed. Thou shalt put trust

in thy owner. We shalt train thee to make sure thou shalt not

spook at silly things. We shall train thee to step over things

my mighty steed.

In the jungle, there shall be more things to be scared of than

thy silly letterboxes, or thy rustle in the bushes my mighty steed.

Thou shalt step over branches and pits full of quicksand,

and thou must do so with no fear.

Thou shalt harden thy hooves to the cold ice of the far North

my mighty steed. Thou must learn the essence of thy patience,

thou must wait for higher beings than thyself to cross thy path,

and thou shalt do so with no fear. Thou shan’t fear anything

of the outside world, my mighty steed.

Finally thou shalt fast, my mighty steed. For we shall not know

when thou wilt run out of thy meals. We shall be hardened

to the beast they call hunger, my mighty steed.

Now, my mighty steed we shall leave in haste, off to see

things which no other eyes shall ever see. We shall come back

with stories of jungles, and snowstorms from the far North,

and of animals nobody shall believe.

For we, my mighty steed, are wild and free.