The Gypsy Bard.

When you're rife with devastation There's a simple explanation You're a toy maker'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 I was a little filly, A galloping blaze overtook my city. So they shipped me of 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 are obscured But I still know the words to this song! When you bungled all your bangles, And your loved have been mangled, Listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsy Tambourine! Cause these Cords are hypnotizing And the whole worlds harmonizing, So please children stop your crying, and just sing along with me!