A jockey is all I want to be.

And finally, OH MY MASTER,
when my useful strength is gone,
do not turn me out to starve or freeze,
or sell me to some cruel owner,
to be slowly tortured and starved to death;

but do thou, My Master, take my life in the kindest ways,
and your God will reward you here and hereafter.

You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this
in the name of HIM who was born in a stable.

AMEN