He's There

He's There

He's There

As I throw the hay in her stall,
she knickers at me softly,
and as I turn around,
he's there

He's there,
holding up his camera to shoot that perfect scene,
quickly I snap a photo,
to let him know, I wouldn't dare

I must admit it wasn't graceful,
to trip over that rock,
and as I stand up,
he's there

He's there,
holding up his camera to shoot that perfect scene,
my burshing dirt from my breeches,
he laughs as my chagrin unfolds

We've taken so many pictures,
we might as well start scrapbooking!
Just me and him,
'cause he's there

He's there,
to shoot that perfect scene,
the scene which seems to be me!