EF - I Never Felt This Way Before

We run along, and we come up with this idea to go down to the stream and check it out for fish
So we're down by the river, downstream
There's half a foot of water in there
Little silver fish, but nothing substantial, 'til one of their boys calls us further down
Lying in the water is a wee foal, four or five days old
He's all skin and bones, gray collar, and he's got flecks of blood on his coat, 'cause he's cut himself up really badly on the sharp rocks
We're just standing over him and you can see his back leg's snapped
And he's breathing, he's alive, but just about
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