The ponies all run; how they squabble and balk
They neigh and they nicker, and oh, how they talk!
Whenever I enter the pasture with hay,
They forget what they’re doing, there’s no more horseplay.
They follow my cart or wheelbarrow of food,
Usually not in the best-ever mood.
I know what will happen, I try to stay clear,
These ponies run ’round me ’till it’s hard to steer.
They love to come up to the wagon and eat,
I try to stay wary–in the driver’s seat.
The kids quiet down once I’ve spread out their dinners,
I’m glad that I do this–it’s not for beginners!