Three spoons for the unicorn Queens under the sky,

Seven for the Earth Ponies in their halls of hewn stone,

Nine for the Changelings doomed to die,

One for the Dark Teenager on her Dark throne,

In the land of Manehatten, where the shadows lie.



One spoon to rule them all, one spoon to find them.

One spoon to being them all, and in the darkness bind them,

In the land of Manhatten, where the shadows lie.



(I feel like I should apologize, but no-one said it, and you look like your were inviting it to be said.)