A million thoughts raced through her mind  
“What’s his name, what’s he like?!” and will he be  
Anything like the colt in her dreams.  
They could see the questions in her eyes  
Whispered “Don’t be scared my child  
We will let you know, what we know…  
About the Stallion we found, he looks like you  
And cried and said he never knew  
About the filly in pictures that we showed him  
A rambler in his younger days He knew he’d made a few mistakes  
But he swore he would’ve been there Had he known it  
You always said that this was something that you wanted  
Well it’s time to meet your Dad in Ol’ Jamerca.”