I owned a horse that talked and his name was Mister Ted.
I told others and now they think that I'm screwy in the head.
I'm getting tired and sick of people making fun of me.
I saw the men in white coats coming and I started to pee.
When they saw my wet pants, they thought I was crazy.
They beat me over the head and things are still hazy.
When it comes to having mental stability, people say that I lack it.
I had a hard time arguing because I was wearing a straight jacket.
I asked MR Ted to talk to others but it was something that he refused to do.
When I got out of the nut house, I sold that old nag and now he's dog food.