It doesn’t eat or move its feet,

Or swish it’s tail, towards Kildale.

It’s never ridden but sometimes hidden.

White horse. We’re right on course.

314ft long, under half a furlong.

For you racing types, no silks or stripes.

228ft high with a big green eye.

Please don’t walk. Keep off the chalk.

Truth be told, if I may be bold.

Not often known, but it’s all limestone.

To be enlightening, the horse needs whitening.

Here’s a tip, they use chalk chip.

I’m driving North, looking for the horse.

A19 and the Mare is seen.

A familiar landmark, except when dark.

White horse of stone. I’m nearly home.