Fair Ponies

Dancing, prancing
Skipping around,
All the ponies
Flitting through town
With neighs and wickers;
A trumpet or two,
The ponies run
To me
And to you.
Jogging or trotting
And moving so slow,
All they need,
Is a whistle to go.
They leap and fly,
Or run on air;
All heading
To the fair.
A show of grace,
Style and beauty;
Each to their own
Tour of duty.
Pleasure, jumping,
Reining, cutting
And horsemanship too,
Oh the choices!
What will we do?