Текст песни The Renaissance - HUNTER TRIALS
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It`s awfully bad luck on DianaHer ponies have swallowed their bitsShe fished down their throats with a spannerAnd frightened them all into fitsSo now she`s attempting to borrowDo lend her some bits Mummy doI`ll lend her my own for tomorrowBut today I`ll be wanting them tooJust look at Prunella on GuzzleThe wizardest pony on earthWhy doesn`t she slacken his muzzleAnd tighten the breech in his girthI say Mummy there`s Mrs. GeyserAnd doesn`t she look pretty sickI bet it`s because Mona LisaWas hit on the hock with a brickMiss Blewitt says Monica threw itBut Monica says it was JoanAnd Joan`s very thick with Miss BlewittSo Monica`s sulking aloneAnd Margaret failed in her pacesHer withers got tied in a nooseSo her coronets caught in the tracesAnd now all her fetlocks are looseOh it`s me now I`m terribly nervousI wonder if Smudges will shyShe`s practically certain to swerve usHer Pelham is over one eyeOh wasn`t it naughty of SmudgesOh Mummy I`m sick with disgustShe threw me in front of the judgesAnd my silly old collarbone`s bust