Black Horse

I want to ride on the black horse
The black horse, the black horse
Daddy, put me up on the black horse
'Cause he's the one for me

Oh, the black horse lives on the merry-go-round
That plays a marching song
And it's just like being in a big parade
That goes on all day long
The music starts and away we go
And the black horse gallops and the rest go slow
'Cause he's the one in the very front row
And he's the one for me

Oh, the white horse is a beautiful horse
But he doesn't gallop at all
And the little red wagon's only made
For children very small
But people come from all over town
To see the black horse go up and down
And I wave my hat when we come around
And he's the one for me