Fire Fast

She's fast
She's slow
She's fire fast.
Shooting like a rocket she is coming.
What will she do next?
No-one really knows.
Maybe she will say hello.
She wins races, that is how she is.
She does not boast at all.
She is a fair racer.
But when she is tired she will stay home and eat hay.
When I did not have her my life was full of danger.
But when she came my life was filled with safety.
Her green reins are full of gold.
With her soothing white skin she is my soul's greatest memory.
She is my fire fast horse.