Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancingnAh she's so full of lifenSparkling with tiny red rosesnLet there be music to please hernLet it be sunbright to light up her daynLet the moon light her nightnAnd fill her with deep silent sleepinessnIf I were a small bird so tinynI'd hide in her hair just to be near hernTo hear her sweet voicenAnd feel her sweet body beside menAnd if I were a high lord with richesnI'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlandsnI would shoe her in goldnThen invite her to sit at my tablenStep out young lady a-dancingnTo the sound of sweet music so gaily come singingnFor your beauty so rarenIs as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning