Aged and worn, Old Red has seen many years,
Some full of fun, some joy, some tears.
Companion of boys who'd conquer the world,
From aboard a red ship, white sails unfurled.
Upon a roan stallion, hooves cleaving the ground,
Bright fiery mane, fierce spirit unbound.
When their destinies called to each boy,
They left behind their dear childhood toy.
Rusted and worn, Old Red stood alone,
Until a new purpose, then a wagon reborn!
Garden companion, its grand new vocation,
A blessed event, a savory coronation.
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