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

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

Just look at on Guzzle
The pony on earth
Why doesn't she his muzzle
And the breech in his girth

I say there's Mrs. Geyser
And doesn't she pretty sick
I bet it's Mona Lisa
Was hit on the hock a brick

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

And Margaret failed in her
Her withers got tied in a
So her coronets caught in the
And now all her are loose

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

Oh it naughty of Smudges
Oh I'm sick with disgust
She me in front of the judges
And my silly old bust