Let me tell you a story 'bout a mare named Pie,
Workin' at the Cube, tryin' to make the ponies smile.
"Till one day, thanks to genealogy,
She discovered she was part of the Apple family.
Horse Apples, that is. Pink Lady. Apple Pie.
Well the next thing ya know they're a goin' on a trip,
Floatin' down the river like it was the Missisip'
Through caves, over falls, tryin' to solve the mystery,
Looking fer da pony who might know their family tree.
Goldie, that is. Pack rat. Cat lady
Well now it's time to say goodbye to Applejack and all her kin,
Seems like Pinkie Pie ain't got no trouble fittin' in.
You're all invited back if'n ya think ya can survive,
Another heapin' helpin' of that good ol' Apple/Pie.
Family, that is. Set a spell. Put your hooves up.
Y'all stay Brony now, y'hear?