My Molly May I had a little pony I called her Molly May So often I would venture out And feed her bales of hay. So then she’d frolic Kick her heels up high Round and round she would run Looking sweet as she passed by. She’d run until she was worn out Then to the stable she would go I’d bed her down then for the night My love for her each day would grow She was my, cutest Molly may This pony always made my day. 25 September 2014