Rocking Horse

Grandpa made your rocking horse
with loving hands and sweat.
You were such a little man
and thought it was your pet

With just a little help
you'd climb upon it's back.
You couldn't even reach the pegs
but still you had the knack.

Crickety crick, crickety crick
you'd rock the horse with glee
It never really mattered
that it wasn't pedigree