“Ah! My old friends Od and Zerleg!
And the foal-what a great surprise,
I know where his father went,
And I won’t tell a single lie.
First little horse, I am Jafar ,
Transported from the Middle East,
A mean hunter owned me,
Then I met your father you see.
Your mother was going to have you,
She escaped down into China,
Your father was getting chased,
By the vulgar greedy hunter.
The hunter wanted his proud head,
But your father went to fight back,
He killed the first evil hunter,
But more hunters went to attack.
The hunters had a new weapon,
The merciless deadly gun,
And sadly it’s silver bullet,
Was something he couldn’t outrun.”
JI Hui was shocked by his story,
For this struck his little heart,
The ugly truth of Jafar’s words,
Tore Ji Hui’s soul apart,
Then he realized slowly,
He was not returning back home,
His family was Od and Zerleg,
And his life now were plains to roam
His family rested down,
Watched the glowing sun set slowly,
Where the wind whispered words,
Lighting the magic of the Gobi.
