Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top.
Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we’re there;
Very well, my little pony;
Safe’s our jaunt, though rough and stony:
Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we’re there.
Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear:
Now with hay and oats I’ll treat you,
And with smiles will ever greet you,
Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear.