Trixie is my pony fair. She has shiny silver hair. Riding her is my delight, For I feel like a bird in flight. But having her is not just fun, For she must have her daily run. Her diet, balanced it trust be, Her condition I must watch, you see. With all the work and care attached, My Trixie is a horse unmatched Without her I could not survive, For she keeps fan and joy alive.