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

So now she's attempting to
Do lend her some Mummy do
I'll her my own for tomorrow
But today I'll be wanting too

Just look at on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on
Why doesn't she slacken his
And tighten the breech in his

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

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

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

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

Oh wasn't it naughty of
Oh Mummy I'm sick disgust
She me in front of the judges
And my silly old collarbone's