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

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

Just look at Prunella on
The wizardest on earth
Why doesn't she his muzzle
And tighten the in his girth

I say Mummy Mrs. Geyser
And she look pretty sick
I bet it's Mona Lisa
Was hit on the hock a brick

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

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

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

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