Standing high in the heavens
On a ridge overlooking the valley
I could hear the thunder of many hooves
The leader was a mustang by the name of Black Sally.
She was a beauty, the queen of all mustangs
Her blackness glistened in the sun
Wild and free for eternity
The vision of her cannot be outdone.
High on the ridge the wind hit my face
A sand storm filled the air
Felt honored to meet such an aristocratic creature
The queen of all mustangs that none could compare.