Since I was a baby in a cot,
I have always wanted to ride,
And one day even trot.

Straddle your saddle,
Hold on tight,
Don't be scared,
You'll be alright.

My pony is beautiful,
With her long flowing mane,
She is perfect and suitable,
Galloping down the lane.

Even though she is the one I love,
I had to let her go,
Like releasing a dove.

The only thing left,
In memory of her are pictures and a toy,
And love that will eventually blur.

The horse is special to me,
She is always in my heart,
I have known her since I was three,
And now we are apart.