This time, the herd has spoken, the cows are angry
The disease is spreading and you still lay fetal style in your hospital bed mocking our requests Let those bright-eyed ponies into the gate
Make sure, however, you leave ample room for the disabled ponies
Hurl yourself onto the ponies and pull their manes until they begin to burp
Make the ponies burp in time with the measure of the meter music played by the paid
Make the ponies take the speedline without an adult
Just have them hold one another's hooves
Prance on them like an elf with a sledgehammer
Make Peter Gabriel play at my wedding
They are not reindeer
They are ponies
They eat corn
They are friendly for the sake of others