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.