Pumpkin Headed Kids with the Horsemane Hair

Those brats went crazy when they’d see the glass Because the hair was so thick & it hung down past The heads they were born with were extreme too, A smile that went up & down & circumference plain huge. They’d sew little nets all day in their rock fort And capture bottles by running along the wharf; One had a basket & pony tails too & would whinny like a horse [& or that’d] worry him to glue.
Trick those buggers (in)to steal some glass That sat on a pot I had buried quicksand. Came one running & jumping swinging net too When I could catch that it’s a behind I’ll bruise. The pot was deep & he sunk in but that head bobbed up with a crooked grin Net snagging blown glass & smashing it too Bobbed out of the pot with strong climbing shoes.
I chased for a good mile or so away Shaking glass out of net & hair along the way & that head was a backend of a horse I thought too The 2 legs I’d cut off & throw in with a stew. I ran up winded & then walked back down & off in the distance I heard a huff sound. I wound down to thinking if the inside of a horse is true To have a wide circumference & a crooked smile too.