When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
If you listen very closely
In the yard you'll hear him
We're always there to greet him
When he tumbles into town
He leads a string of ponies
Some are white and some are brown
And they never seem to kick or bite
And they live on candy apples
And as we stop to rest a while
Where the soda river glides
Up to the slip comes a pirate ship
And the pony man's the captain
And the children are the crew
And we go in search of treasure
And laugh the whole night through
And when the hold is filled with gold
And the sails begin to strain
And the deck's piled high with apple pie
And down the whirling starcase
And we're safely in our beds again
When the sunbeams kiss the
