I have a lot of pony portraits,
There are many different kinds,
Shetlands and Shires,
They don't give me harm,
They live on a farm,
I love horses so much,
But I shouldn't get too much.
There was a penguin parade,
But nobody paid,
As the penguins marched across the land,
Which they understand,
They layed some eggs and went back home,
Where they were just in time for the picnic party,
Without being tardy.