When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation
You're a toy maker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball
And which ever way he tilts it
Know that we will stay 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 still, I 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.

Gypsy Bard

by cocoa124


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