Tiny my pony!

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.