Hunter Trials Lyrics - 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