I remember when the smooze would attack Ponyland over and over again,
And that same favorite pony would save Ponyland again.
When amazing fields of flowers,
Was someone’s home.
And with every special pony,
There came a gorgeous comb.

You would rip the package open,
And make the pony climb car seats,
They would be hairdressers, cooks and rock stars,
Ones that danced to the best beat.

There would be a gorgeous family,
A Mummy, Daddy, baby and all,
And of course the newborn baby
That would be so cute and friendly and small.

When you grow you realise
There was something special about those toys.
And you’ll only realise when you believe you are never too old.
I know without the ponies many would grow grim,
And the imagination would fail-grow dim.

So when you’re waiting and bored.
Take care and play with a pony.
And the best cure for when you are bored or sick
Is a dose of My Little Pony!