Dad used to give us, his children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, "pony rides" when we were young where he, sitting, would cross his legs, then would put a child on his free swinging leg and bounce us up and down while singing the chorus to the song Pony Boy (or girl!).
Pony Boy, Pony Boy
Won't you be my pony boy
Don't say no
Here we go
Off across the plains
Marry me
Carry me
Ride (sic) away with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa!
My Pony Boy
As Sharon tells it,
"I remember he would get really wild when the kids were a little older. In the line giddy up he would almost swing the kids down to the ground and try to "buck" them off while hanging onto their hands. Everyone would laugh and laugh and want to do it again and again and would not stop until Dad got too tired and said the "horse" was worn out and needed a rest."
Good memories!
Here is a recording of the full song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZZ1ItQB76Q
