| It’s awfully bad luck on Diana
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| Her ponies have swallowed their bits
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| She fished down their throats with a spanner
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| And frightened them all into fits
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| So now she’s attempting to borrow
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| Do lend her some bits Mummy do
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| I’ll lend her my own for tomorrow
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| But today I’ll be wanting them too
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| Just look at Prunella on Guzzle
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| The wizardest pony on earth
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| Why doesn’t she slacken his muzzle
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| And tighten the breech in his girth
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| I say Mummy there’s Mrs. Geyser
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| And doesn’t she look pretty sick
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| I bet it’s because Mona Lisa
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| Was hit on the hock with a brick
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| Miss Blewitt says Monica threw it But Monica says it was Joan
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| And Joan’s very thick with Miss Blewitt
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| So Monica’s sulking alone
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| And Margaret failed in her paces
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| Her withers got tied in a noose
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| So her coronets caught in the traces
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| And now all her fetlocks are loose
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| Oh it’s me now I’m terribly nervous
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| I wonder if Smudges will shy
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| She’s practically certain to swerve us Her Pelham is over one eye
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| Oh wasn’t it naughty of Smudges
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| Oh Mummy I’m sick with disgust
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| She threw me in front of the judges
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| And my silly old collarbone’s bust |