Power-Foal, the small superhero horse A poem by Sandy Wardrop Inspired by Nene Park Your browser does not support the audio element. Please click here to download the file If I were to tell you the tale of a horseWhose kick could knock a train off courseWho leapt so high she could reach the starsAnd run faster than a thousand racing carsI don’t think you’d believe me Yet in a snowy fieldNot too long backWhile sheep went "Mehh" and ducks went "quack"A lone shire horse gave out a “neigh”And a damp soft shape went FLOMP in the hay Two brown earsTwo letterbox eyes(That, when they stared,Seemed to grow in size)But most strange of allFor any to seeWas a crest on her chestWith a big letter P “The prophecy!” an owl cried with a hootAnd fluttered to the stable with a feathery swoop“The one foretold in tales of old!”“Our hero is born - her name? Power Foal!” Now across the land, from there to hereNo one in trouble shall have to fearFor here's a super hero horseWhose kick can knock a train off course Who leaps so high she can reach the starsAnd runs faster than a thousand racing carsThis super horse who'll save our soulsShe's brave! She's strong! She is - POWER FOAL! Help - an accident down by the quarry!The foreman is stuck fast under a lorry!But with a heave on a rope in Power Foal’s teethThe Foreman’s back up - phew, what a relief! An eagle has carried away Robbie the Rabbit!He didn't look up (it's such a bad habit)Fret not, for with a leap and a boundThe eagle is spooked - and Robbie’s back on the ground Oh no! Someone has robbed the café!Who will catch them? They’re getting away!But their car's no match for Power Foal’s hooves In a flash the horse has caught everything that moves Then across the land, from there to hereEveryone gives out a cheerFor their super hero horseWhose kick can knock a train off course Who leaps so high she can reach the starsAnd runs faster than a thousand racing carsThis super horse who'll save our soulsShe's brave! She's strong! She is - POWER FOAL! Yet sometimes creatures can possessThe propensity to become jealousAnd that’s why one other horse began,With his brothers, to devise a nefarious plan “That foal is giving us a bad name”“She puts our rep as Clydesdales to shame”We could do what she does - but, better!There’s one thing for it - c'mon boys let’s go get her And that night, while Power Foal sleeps in her stableThree horses creep (as well as they’re able)Up to the window, shrouded in mistAnd sneak something in our foal can’t resist Now an apple a day keeps the doctor awayAnd they’re good for an occasional treat (after hay)But these brothers have done something quite devilishAnd filled up the manger with thick apple relish Power Foal’s young, Power Foal’s innocentPower Foal thinks apples are magnificentShe gorges down the crunchy-slush jumbleAnd soon? Her tummy is starting to grumble Power Foal doubles over in pain“What’s happening?” she cries, but she whinnies in vainSoon our hero, with strong chains, is boundAnd the brothers drag her somewhere that she won’t be found “Help! Someone has robbed the Museum!”“Where’s Power Foal?” "I think I can see ‘em"Then out of the fog comes a horse to assistWho kicks at the baddies but - what's that?“You missed!” As the robbers turn a corner out another horse comes(But clearly its hooves are all fingers and thumbs)As it chases after the fast motorcarCrash! The horse stumbles into a bar Last chance, the robbers are nearly away“Could this be our hero - to save the day?”Eyes closed, the horse tries to stop the car deadBut just feels a light breeze waft, fast, past his head The brothers look up. The car has escapedAnd soon they’re aware of a mob taking shape.They turn to face the unhappy crowd“Where is Power Foal? "Bring her back now!” As the eldest brother prepares to speakThere's the sound of a groan - distant and weakRound a corner trots our hero - she's not in great formLoose chains drag behind her, she looks cross, yet forlorn She approaches the leader, but soon flops down, feebleAs her captor snorts and declaims to the people:“This is your hero - Was she worth all that fuss?”“See now? She's finished - your only heroes are us." But while the crowd is rapt in this verbal flurryAn unlikely creature sneaks off in a hurryA squirrel pharmacist who’s conceived of the notionTo pop back to her tree and mix up a potion And as the foal lies with her tongue lolling flaccidUnnoticed the squirrel slips her an antacidThe Foal’s eyes light up once she’s taken a slurpThen she stands, sees the brothers, and then comes a loud… BUUUUUUUUUUURP Now a simple eructation such as this is expectedWhen you’ve had a bad tummy and bad stuff needs ejectedAnd while you or I might make a small pongFrom a super horse? The force is something… quite strong A gale of wind blows forth from her throat(So fierce it blows the horns off a goat)And while the brothers, hold on with a squeezeThe strength of their grip is no match for this breeze They slip from their grip with a flail and a thrashOne moment they’re here - next they’re gone in a flashAnd if you look up at night, on the first of the monthIt’s said you can still see three stars - in a bunch What’s more - the blast from Power Foal's lungsMakes everyone gasp as she shoots out her tongueIt snakes up the hill to where the robbers have risenThen snaps them right back and slams them in prison Then across the land, from there to hereEveryone gives out a cheerFor this hero horse who makes villains turn tailWhose tongue can throw any robber in jailWhose burps emit from her oesophagusWith the strength of a titanium hippopotamusFor this super horse who saved our souls"She's brave, she's strong, she is - POWER FOAL!” Manage Cookie Preferences