Annie Haslam Hunter Trials Lyrics

Hunter Trials Lyrics

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