Like the Grand Prince at dawn

dancing in joy on the lawn

of the summer paradise, before he began

to hear from the Secret Tower far and long

How can nature charm the wizard’s heart

so now the valley plays its part

the happy hummingbird, singing what he could,

because from its egg the prophecy was born.

The polite pony danced along

this merry gallop, an unheard song

No grass nor insect hurt or pained,

Forgotten Souls have tried in vain.

Sam outran 1/1,

the slow Beasts, sparing none

With the moon high and tide low,

sleep now Pony, ride and grow.

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