Tiny is my pony\'s name
He’s eleven hands and very tame
I keep him in a stable near
He’s been mine now for one whole year
I keep his stable clean and neat
And give him oats and hay to eat
Then I take him for a ride
He’s loved by all and much admired
Sometimes we go to pony shows
I’ll brush his coat until it glows
And once we gained a second place
In a cross-country pony race
I wish he’d live as long as me
Although I know this cannot be
And yet we’ll have more times together
In grassy fields and sunny weather.