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 a 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'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
♪
You live life in such a hurry
Snowballing into a slew of worries
Simply put, you just can't slow down
No time to smile and no time to frown
But if you took a moment more
To face your fears and soothe your sores
I know it sounds absurd, but to misery, a cure
Can be found in the words of this song
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 you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle-jangle
Of my Pinkie tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please, children, stop your crying
And just sing along with me
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
Don't let them break your spirit
Just sing a silly song