HUNTER TRIALS — текст песни (The Renaissance)

It`s awfully bad luck on Diana
Her ponies have swallowed their bits
She fished down their throats with a spanner
And frightened them all into fits

So now she`s attempting to borrow
Do lend her some bits Mummy do
I`ll lend her my own for tomorrow
But today I`ll be wanting them too

Just look at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on earth
Why doesn`t she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his girth

I say Mummy there`s Mrs. Geyser
And doesn`t she look pretty sick
I bet it`s because Mona Lisa
Was hit on the hock with a brick

Miss Blewitt says Monica threw it
But Monica says it was Joan
And Joan`s very thick with Miss Blewitt
So Monica`s sulking alone

And Margaret failed in her paces
Her withers got tied in a noose
So her coronets caught in the traces
And now all her fetlocks are loose

Oh it`s me now I`m terribly nervous
I wonder if Smudges will shy
She`s practically certain to swerve us
Her Pelham is over one eye

Oh wasn`t it naughty of Smudges
Oh Mummy I`m sick with disgust
She threw me in front of the judges
And my silly old collarbone`s bust