When I first had you as a pony, you were slim and weak,

Though naughty and wild, you ate well and never felt sick,

I worked on your muscles and fed you well,

Once you were four, strong and built well,

I saddled you, slowly mounted on your back and waited an action,

After a few steps you jumped up and down in joy, your reaction,

You ever since played and played, and I fell down so many times so badly,

Nevertheless, we loved each other, throughout the years,… Continue