Go Pony go, go a little far!
Beyond the great Elbert,
Awaits the alpine meadows!
For thee; the forlorn pony,
Journey not, the black cloud trail;
But, the less-pushing southern trail.
In the alpine tundra,
Smooch the silky serecia,
Hug the fragile rossi,
And console the grandiflora.
But; dear Pony, go a little far
Far till the destination.
By the bank of the turquoise inland sea,
Quench; but not before the Lord,
Rest; but, gaze the pikas dancing.
But; dear Pony, go a little far
Far till the destination.
Though the hoofs wounded,
Wound not your will.
For thee, my fragile pony
In the alpine meadows,
Awaits the happiness!