Sleepy Fox Hollow mafic

Her daughter stirred at her side, peering curiously toward the fresh colt. Fancy whickered gently, touching her muzzle to the girl's sorrel shoulder- an indication to stay back, and let the colt have some space as he began his first, but probably his most important battle. His faint whicker caught her attention. He would need nourishment- but he would have to stand, first. 

Up you go, up you go,
set your heels and up you go.
Left and right, and to and fro,
up you go, up you go. 

Dock and thigh, lift them high,
up you go, up you go. 
Croup and hip, up they tip,
up you go, up you go.

She recited an old Foalguide's song- as far as she could remember, as it'd been two years since she'd had the guidance of an experienced Caretaker, hoping the repetitive cadence might help him focus.