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It's bad luck on Diana
Her have swallowed their bits
She fished down their throats with a
And frightened them all into

So now attempting to borrow
Do lend her some bits do
lend her my own for tomorrow
But I'll be wanting them too

Just at Prunella on Guzzle
The pony on earth
Why she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his

I say Mummy there's Mrs.
And doesn't she look sick
I bet it's because Lisa
Was hit on the hock a brick

Miss says Monica threw it
But Monica it was Joan
And Joan's very thick with Miss
So Monica's alone

And Margaret in her paces
Her got tied in a noose
So her coronets in the traces
And now all her fetlocks are

Oh me now I'm terribly nervous
I if Smudges will shy
She's practically to swerve us
Her Pelham is one eye

Oh wasn't it of Smudges
Oh Mummy I'm with disgust
She threw me in front of the
And my old collarbone's bust