Little sister
Her pretty ponies
A river whispers
Follow on this way
Dreams are onward
Wayward the morning
Colorful rainbows,
happy children play
Once upon a little pony
For new wonders,
happy everyday
Now the river
Has no more wonder
Now the sister
A woman, time has made
Mother's little tumbler
Blond haired' younger daughter
The pony comes to fairy her away
Henceforth thereafter yonder
Along the glass clear water
Following the river
To where the children play
(04/20/2024)
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