Tonight I lay my head to rest
Troubles heavy on my chest
Headaches from a furrowed brow
Escape I would if I knew how.
Into my life a change does come
A wondrous beast who loves to run
He chases troubles without a care
And rends the worries I would not dare.
Who is this golden beast of powers
Whose strength of life above us towers
To me he gives the gift of peace
And on life another lease.
This is my wooden rocking horse
A magical beast he is of course
He cares for me while I do rest
And in the morning all is best.
His fiery mane does whip and fly
His legs strike out and troubles die
A back so wide and strong has he
I’ll never worry again, not me.