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 our 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, now 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
Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine
Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me