Pulsion Power was his name,
But we called him Frankie all the same.
He couldn’t dance, he couldn’t sing,
But WOW! His eyes were really something.
Frankie was a horse of course.
He didn’t care much for a trail course.
It took alot of hay and grain,
To keep him happy everyday.
He liked to ride, and Loved to show.
As everyone he beat would know.
We showed mighty fine,
When it came around Congress time.
Now it’s over and he’s gone,
But in our hearts he’ll live on.
When we look at summer skies,
All we’ll see is FRANKIE EYES.