♫ I am the last plushie pony
left in this consignment store bin.
They bought all the others this morning,
when the Black Friday rush was let in.

Though my mane may be matted and faded,
I was once quite a mare in my day.
Will the child you once were, give me life once again,
and take me home with you today?

Parents that brawled for the toy of the year,
cursed as they tripped over me.