Oh child of light and laughter,
Oh little soul of might,
We dream for thee what’s after—
The grandness of thy flight!

Your life’s in hand—you’ve got it!
Oh, sit you bold and sweet;
So so you will be trotting—
A horse-gal most complete!

Oh, child so fierce for doing
The things you want to do,
Your spirit keeps renewing
The wings in us—not through!