Well there's a luvium, his side a lone corral
Out where the badlands commence
His road in code shines with brawn
Tail and mane glide along as he paces the fence
Oh but he needs them all to keep his hooves down
And the dust of the planes to roll around
A spirit wild and free,
a luvium shall always be
A stallion's nature is to look for recruits To join up his enterprise
A luvium came upon some riders one day And took them by surprise
One got bucked off,
but not to be hurt She later did remark
Did that warrant his capture and removal from the park?
A luvium
It's the fate of this heartbeat is
being decided A luvium continues to wait
You'll find him in Frybrook,
in that lone corral Behind a meadow of gain
Some call him feral,
some call him majestic Some call him a pest
God move over the land
To be with him in the rest