squiggles is really something
Squiggles the striped pony with floozy hair
Woke up this morning with nary a care
He fluffed out his mane and headed to the stables
Uh-oh; it seems he had spent the night with the Mables
The Mables are two old maids, both in love with Squiggles.
I asked him about this, and heard some neigh-like-giggles.
He is a character, this striped pony with the floozy hair.
I hear the old maids calling, which gives him a scare
Don’t tell them you saw me, he tells me in a happy way
This pony does not know how to have a half-way bad day.
I see he is heading for another stall, housing a filly, Gray.
The rest of the barnyard rolls their eyes and gets out of the way
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