In a field near town by the old playground lived a red mare.nOne day word spread that the horse lay dead on the grass there.nSo little Skeeter and me had to go and see every detail,nTo the field we sped and pronounced her dead as a doornail.nAnd boys will be boys if you know what I mean,nAnd there was soon to be a dead horse trampoline.nnThen I did proclaim it would be a shame not to ride her,nBut from the way she laid there was just no way to get astride her,nBut then up popped Skeeter with a big idea on the spot there.nHe climbed up top and he stared to hop on the old mare,nHe was jumping up and down and giggling.nYeah, look I'm on a dead horse trampoline,nSo I hopped up on and started to sing…nhey Lolly, lolly dead horse trampolinennGiddee up boing boing, giddee up boing boing, giddee up boingnGiddee up boing boing, giddee up boing boing, giddee up boingnnWell she swelled so big and she smelled so bad,nI couldn't look her in the face 'cause it made me sad.nSo I just jumped higher, tried to have a good time,nYou cry your way and I'll cry mine.nnBut then along came Joe and he said, you know I'm the bossy,nSo you can both get down cause it's my turn now, you can watch me,nJoe, he jumped so high he let out a cry, yippee yahoo.nBut the mare was so decayed that her ribs gave way- Joe fell straight through.nThat's what he gets for being so mean,nHe was a victim of a dead horse trampoline.nShe was such a pretty filly in a field of green,nAnd then she was a dead horse trampoline.nSorry, sorry dead horse trampoline.n