When you're rife with devastation

There's a simple e planation:

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

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