Wooden horse, wooden horse, riding around your wooden course,
Your touch, your feel, you seem to be real, to me you are, of course.

You’re misunderstood, you may be made of wood, but I know that you are real,
Your look, your touch, I love you so much, and understand the way that you feel.

Wooden horse, wooden horse, we ride together in our field of dreams,
Your grace, your pace, this beautiful place, forests, hills, and streams.

You rock to and fro, getting ready to go, to travel to fields afar,
I hold on to your head, as we travel our A to Z, from Alicante, to Zanzibar.

Wooden horse, wooden horse, as we take off and glide towards the moon,
You gallop, you canter, we even pass Santa, I’ll be seeing him again, very soon.

I gently whisper in your ear, you whisper back, “have no fear”, together we ride as one,
We’re always together, you’re the best present ever, and I’ve never had so much fun.