*My lovely lovely lovely horse*nMy lovely horse, running through the fieldnwhere are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?nI want to shower you with sugar lumpsnand ride you over fencesnpolish your hooves every single daynand bring you to the horse dentistn*My lovely lovely lovely horse*nMy lovely horse, you're a pony no morenrunning around with the man on your backnlike a train in the night, yeahnlike a train in the night