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

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

look at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on
Why doesn't she his muzzle
And the breech 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 says Monica threw it
But says it was Joan
And Joan's thick with Miss 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 fetlocks are

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

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