Applejack: As long it's not one of those sad ones with a decivily happy tune.
Pinkie Pie: When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song
When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage.
Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in"
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song
When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Applejack: Ahh! Make it stop! Make it stop!
Rainbow Dash: *closes Pinkie's mouth*
Pinkie Pie: *muffled* Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine
Rainbow Dash: She won't shut up unless you come back with us!
Applejack: I can't!
Pinkie Pie: *normally* 'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
Applejack: Alright! Just stop that!
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me!