Ponies, Smithers and Mr. Burns,
At the Farm in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Are browsing browse while taking turns
Watching the keeper watch them too.
The keeper did make a bet that
The ponies could not guess the weight
Of a log in their habitat.
Both ponies then did contemplate,
And then each alternatively did
With their hooves stomp the number five
For pounds as their joint guessed on bid.
And that's what the scale said - no jive!
The keeper did lose the bet, yup.
So c'mon keeper, pony up.
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