A handsome New Forest Pony
Wanders across the road
For the ponies of the Forest
Are free to graze as they will.
Commoners rights are centuries old
It’s always been this way
So cars slow down to the pony’s pace
And life is pleasantly slow.
They say that ponies have grazed here
Many a thousand year.
And later on ‘‘twas a hunting ground
For Willie the conqueror.
It’s not all trees in the Forest
There’s open moorland too.
It’s a special place you can get away,
Stay, visit or just drive through.
You may meet a pony in the road
They’ll likely slow you down
But adjust yourself to the Forest pace
They’re a pleasure to be around.