Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
Let them stare! They won't get me to blink!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!
Ponies stumble, missing all the clues,
Pitiful, as if they never think!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
What they have, they don't know how to use,
Strong but stupid, always rinky-dink!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!
Magic shackles bind their cutesy shoes,
Rainbow chains of purple, plaid, and pink!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
Sun and moon and weather: they abuse
All of nature, shattering their link!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!
Just in time, I fled: I didn't lose!
They're the losers! They're the ones who stink!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!