  Trottety trot! Oh, the ponies prance And gayly their little hoofs sound! For they caper and frisk as they trot along, Away to the tethering ground. Stampety stamp! Yes, they must be tied Or else they will scamper away; For it's "Oh! for a gallop and good free run!" These frolicsome ponies would say. Trampety tramp! Now the master comes! Sweet hay he is bringing to each. But there's one hungry pony whose share all goes Far out of the poor fellow's reach. Pullety pull! How the pony pulls! He stretches and tugs, might and main. But the hay, every wisp, so far away lies That all Pony's tugging is vain. Leapety leap! On his four long legs Comes bounding a tall stately deer; Not a wild deer is he, but the master's pet, The ponies' friend, many a year.
Not a wild deer is he, but the master's pet, the ponies' friend, many a year. Stridety stride! Then the deer stands still And stares with his gentle brown eyes, As the poor hungry pony tries, all in vain, To reach where the fragrant hay lies. Tossety toss! With his great big horns The deer begins working away; And he tosses and lifts till at Pony's feet Is lying the long-wished-for hay! Munchety munch! Oh, the hay is sweet! And Pony is happy once more; And the beautiful deer for his wise, kind deed, Is loved more than ever before. |
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