Coneman!

My lovely horse, running through the fields.
Where are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps and ride you over fences.
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist.

My lovely horse, you're a pony no more.
Running around with a man on your back like a train in the night, yeh,
Like a train in the night.
- 'My lovely horse' Father Ted

Song in honour of Eurovision. Through in Glasgow again - a few weeks ago this statue didn't have a cone on it's head - but I'm glad to say order is restored in the world with it back upon it.