If I had a pony
If I had a pony, only if I did,
I would call him Darcy, Darcy the Kid.
I would feed him carrots and sometimes some hay,
I would brush his long tail and ride him all day.
Out of the paddock, through the rusty gate,
We’ll be friends forever, as Darcy’s my mate.
When the sun is setting, and the birds go to bed,
I will say “Good night,” and kiss his sweet head.