Land Of Doo Doo

Tell me a story he said,
wanna hear a good one.
About kings, castles,
big black horsies and mud.

Mud, said I. Please tell me, why?
Son looks into my eyes, lil squinty smile.
Mud, says he, is all gooey and fun.
Oh my, thought I. What a son.

So I went along with my tail.
A king, his son, with a dream
of a horse. The only problem,
what about the mud.

So I pondered... thought ...
Hmm, what a predicament I'm in.
OK says me. Here we go.
So I dive right in ...

The king you see. Had a son.
Who loved horses. Of course,
I told him with long winded
groans, moans, and screams.

The king, gave his son a horse.
Hmm, I said that didn't I. Any who.
The horse well he liked to play,
in the meadow far, far away.

When he came upon a stream, off
the son flew, Oh, how he did scream.
The king hearing the scream got
all his men at arms away they ran.

The boy, well he hit the goo,
splatters all amuck. He was
down on his luck, when he fell
back into poo. Oh my...

The king, his men, hundreds of horses.
Are a witness to this coo. Oh,
what a mess. The kings son did re-dress,
shakin off the doo doo.

All the men did snicker. The horses
noses, they flickered. The king, he
is still a quiet red hue.

The boy got on his horse. Crying,
wailing all the way home. For he
could not get it all off, of course.

My son did laugh, Oh how he hee-hawed.
He loved the horse, the poo, and doo.
He wants to go there, he says. On
a horse just like the kings' son.

I asked him, tongue in cheek.
Son what happens, when you
are the one. To fall into and land.
In the land, of the doo doo.