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I sat there on the fence,
watching the cars go by,
a tractor steamed and puffed,
I tried to swallow a bored sigh.
Then my mind was made,
I had to try something new,
I enrolledat my local riding school,
with an instructor, her name was Sue.
My first pony, oh she was a sweetie,
She put up with everything,
My constant tugging on the reins, my kicking, my yelling my little ways,
I will never forget the things she taught me.