I got bored and ponyfied my favorite poem.

( the un-pony version is "The Stolen Child" by W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939)

didn't change much, just a few words here and there. O3O soon it will all be ponyfied MWAHAHAHAHA.

The Stolen Filly By W. B wheats.

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we’ve hid our breezie vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O pony filly!

To the waters and the wild

With a breezie, hoof in hoof,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We hoof it all through the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hoofs and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O pony filly!

To the waters and the wild

With a breezie, hoof in hoof,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Tall-Tale,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O Pony filly!

To the waters and the wild

With a breezie, hoof in hoof,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us she’s going,

The solemn-eyed:

She’ll hear no more the screeching

Of the bats on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into her breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For she comes, the pony filly,

To the waters and the wild

With a breezie, hoof in hoof,

For the world’s more full of weeping than she can understand.