• Whose stable is this I think I know.
    His Stable is in the barn though;
    He will not see me sleeping here
    To watch my Hooves step on snow.


    The other horse must think it queer
    to stay at the farmhouse here
    not near the woods or the frozen lake
    the snowyest evening of the year.


    The stable is soft with hay deep.
    I only hear the birds peep;
    And many hours to sleep,
    And many hours to sleep.