By Neil Davies
When you cannot catch a horse It's hard to keep your cool You get so close, he walks away And makes you feel a fool Some say each horse must come to you "Chase him, make him move Be the boss, don't give up You've got a point to prove" Forget the chase, it makes no sense The problem is his fear He'd rather keep away from you He worries when you're near So keep him in a stable Go in four times a day Take some feed and rub his head Bring carrots, bread and hay Very soon he'll be your friend He'll always want you round And he will catch you anywhere It never fails I've found
