Little Red Berries on a Green Bush

My horse jumps in a well.
The cold wind steals my hat
And it lands on a bush.
This has to be some kind of joke.

My horse is happy down there.
Guess I’ll make a life right here.
I can use this eggbeater
From my junior chef’s set

To carve a nest in the bush
Right under the brim of my hat.
If crows come to squat,
I can have omelets from their eggs.

In the berries one can see
The tiny clusters of seeds
And swear they’re staring back at you.
Now my horse wants out.

I think he should wait
Until the world turns upside down.
He says I can go to hell,
So I jump in the well with him.