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 tills 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 want to fit in"

So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals

Now memories are blurred and their faces 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 this 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!