Yes, I lead a vet's life; I need my loves to be here. . . .

Deer, mating each day of the year,
Pheromones exuding from their sweat glands.
Busybodies can decry that I am endeared.

Bear, running my hands through her hair.
I'm thinking how good a bruin can be,
Though she's not speaking, I sense that she really cares.

Oh I want every mare, and when I'm riding she
Lets me grab on her mane hair.
So I'll love her since I can't have every mare,
Although sometimes I do share.

Got her believing I'm the only guy
Who's caught her eye; she's loping as if on air.

Noah took every pair, and then at high tide he
Had a bed with all to share.
I'm no Noah, but I've known 'em everywhere'
Knowing biblically my share.

Each one believing that I am her guy.
So I have lied! I'm roping another mare.
She's so fair, this livery mare.

Deer, bear, and every mare.