Summer Pony

 

  Summer Pony, dreaming of skis,

  why have you got

  scrapes on your knees?

 

  Did you try and try and try

  but miss the high jump?

 

  Did you fly and fly and fly

  after tripping over a bump?

 

  Oh, but now when I see

  the helmet on your head

 

  I remember your conviction

  that you were a bobsled.

 

  Silly pony, forget about winter olympics,

  and go eat some grass instead.