My pony called May,
Loves eating hay,
On the table,
In the stable,
She loves to jump,
After a sugar lump,
I enjoy riding her,
When I tell her to canter,
We start to cry,
When we say good-bye.
Invented by my friend and I
My pony called May,
Loves eating hay,
On the table,
In the stable,
She loves to jump,
After a sugar lump,
I enjoy riding her,
When I tell her to canter,
We start to cry,
When we say good-bye.
Invented by my friend and I