Easter comes but once a year
Chocolate eggs and bunny ears
will celebrate the murder of our Lord
Little girls love horsies
but we are very poor, see
so promises were all we could afford
Off I had been laid
So I knelt down and prayed
Can I have a pony Jesus?
Your humble servent begs
You see my little girl breathes through a tube
and has a wheelchair for her legs
I'm not askin' you to fix her spine
or uncollapse her lung
but I know she'd thank you for that pony
if she had a working tongue
It wasn't miracles I was looking for
when I saw that open stable door
unattended at the Mid-State County Fair
I knew I had to take it slow
and a chicken playing Tic-Tac-Toe
was the diversion I needed
to get him right out of there
So then off I took
But I was no crook
(you know why?)
For I had a pony, Jesus, it was so much more than luck
Your guiding hand dragged him past the guard
and forced him in my truck
And I know that horse won't stop her tremors
or reattach her nose
