Chapter 14 SPURS AND A CROWN

"Rida, rida, ranka!

The horse's name is Blanka.

Little rider, dear and sweet,

Now no spurs are on your feet;

When you've grown and won them,

Childhood's bliss is done then.

"Rida, rida, ranka!

The horse's name is Blanka.

Little one with eyes so blue,

A kingly crown will come to you,

A crown so bright and splendid!

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