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

So now she's attempting to
Do lend her some bits do
lend her my own for tomorrow
But today I'll be wanting 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 Blewitt says threw it
But Monica 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 are loose

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

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