When Equestria is full of care

And every headline screams despair,

All is rape, starvation, war and life is vile



Then there’s a certain thing I do

Which I shall pass along to you,

That’s always guaranteed to make me smile:



I go loo-oo-oony as a light-bulb battered bug!

Simply loo-oo-oony, sometimes foam and chew the rug!



Mister, life is swell

In a padded cell,

It’ll chase those blues away:

You can trade your gloom

For a rubber room

And injections twice a day!



Just go loo-oo-oony like an acid casualty,

Or a moo-oo-oonie, or a preacher on T.V.



When the pony race

Wears an anxious face,

When the bomb hangs overhead,

When your kid turns blue,

It won’t worry you,

You can smile and nod instead.



When you’re loo-oo-oony, then you just don’t give a fig,

Ponies are so pu-uu-uny, and the universe so big!



If you hurt inside,

Get certified,

And if life should treat you bad



Don't get ee-ee-eeven, get mad!!

