I saw a tiny pony,
Grazing in his pasture.
I secretly hid underneath the grass,
And noticed it's soft posture.
Now I knew I could have him,
For myself.
He was easy to ride on.
So I rided on him for long.
But nature had it's way today.
It didn't let me on the pony stay.
Nature did not let me play and play,
So that pony from me got away.
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