A man and his hare

Two of a pair

Would ride round’ the world western

Sunsets and sunrise

One horse and one guy

Became the plight of wealthy investors

They would kick up some dust

Leave in a rush

Tossing trails

In pennys a plenty

Well, they stole so much

They would open a hole

Cause the steed was getting older

And the bag was too heavy

Now,

The levy is this,

The kicker is that

The tale couldn’t last forever

Because the duo of legend

After many a peril

Would uncover the final endevour

But before that I must say,

It wasn’t always this

Maybe, it was just started in adventure

A young man and his horse

New nothing better

And had to take up the venture

For the man was abandoned

At an unfortunate age

And his family

Left him a mare

So, before they were threatened

By bandits and ghouls

They decided to scare

Or be scared

So they hit em where it hurts

And left the pain in the dirt

Replaced it with money

And yeah, it went too far

But the penny trail thieves

A family before team

Knew nothing else

And to them, it was the dream.

But alas, it is over,

The trial marked an X

The young man was caught

And they screamed for his neck.

But the horse

He could sense this sencelessness

Since he could scent

Where the cent man was sent

But he was held in captivity

And could do no such activity

To help the only man with a proclivity

To his family

But to much to his suprise,

The man surmised one last guise

He said he would lead the village

To the sum of his last heist

So his horse and him rode again, but

This time watched from front to back

Led the village to their base

And watched as they would all react

Because where they expected riches

They found a giant hole

And had the realization that this

Is where the spoils

All the the gold

Silver

Copper

Bronze

Would all turn old.

So the village asked the man and horse

Why they cared so much to steal

And the man and horse

Replied

“Because this story isn’t real”

**_But sometimes the wind whispers

Because the wind is also silly

And even can hear laughs

In the bellowed smoke of chimneys

_**