The young mustanger had made a bet,
so out to win it he swiftly set;
this king of the wild ones he would get,
if not he would wind up in debt.
Quickly he travels across the land
in search of the stallion and his band;
bound and duly determined at his hand
this outlaw would soon wear his brand.
He would so capture this outlaw king
and to him would obedience bring,
for all wildness from him he would wring;
to this one thought his mind did cling.
Though he needs to ride for days on end,
so that from the herd he'd stay downwind.
Catching up with them at the river bend
his lasso through the air does send.
When he sees into the stallion's eyes,
he discovers much to his surprise,
they contain not a look of dispise,
but sorrow which can't be disguised.
Hanging his head he unties the knot.
The stallion then heads off at a trot.
Though not the prize which he had so sought,
the mustanger had learned a lot.
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