Grandpa made your rocking horse <br />with loving hands and sweat. <br />You were such a little man <br />and thought it was your pet <br /> <br />With just a little help <br />you'd climb upon it's back. <br />You couldn't even reach the pegs <br />but still you had the knack. <br /> <br />Crickety crick, crickety crick <br />you'd rock the horse with glee <br />It never really mattered <br />that it wasn't pedigree<br /><br />JoJo Bean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocking-horse-3/
