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

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

Just look at on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on
Why she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the in his girth

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

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

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

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

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