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By Verne Bell

Oh, Horse, you are a wondrous thing
No horns to honk, no bells to ring
No license buying every year
With plates to screw on front and rear
No spark to miss, no gears to strip
You start yourself, no clutch to slip
No gas bills mounting every day
To steal the joys of life away
Your inner tubes are all okay
And thank the Lord they stay that way
Your spark plugs never miss or fuss
Your motor never makes us cuss
Your frame is good for many a mile
Your body never changes style
Your wants are few and easily met
You're something on the auto yet.