 Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung. The nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung. The nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung. The nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Balli Clare in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Set jaded in the north-east of the island of Ireland. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished. First all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. In the poem this recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Onder. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup, for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England. GrahamScottAudio.com. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by J. D. Gibson. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it up for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by J. D. Gibson. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by J. D. Gibson. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by M. Blankenship, a.k.a. Cat Wizard. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Max Reichlich. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down. His fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Patrick Andrew Varnava. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down, his fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Not on it. By Andrew Barton Patterson. Read for LibriVox.org by Phil McCullough. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one in tenors, and you bet he was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out, their quality to try. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down, his fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The owner backed it for the cup for all that he could get. The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet. The band played, what-ho, Rubbo, as our hero cantered by. The people in the ledger stand cried out, Hi, Mr. Hi, are you on it? They watched him as the flag went down, his fate is quickly told. The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled. The pony finished, first all right, but then our hero bold was not on it. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.