Pony poems...
Cupcakes, Fruit Punch,
And half a pie onward,
All in the valley of fun
Partied the six hundred.
"Forward the ponies!
Make for the balloons!" she said.
Into the valley of fun
Partied the six hundred.
"Forward the party animals!"
Was there a pony dismayed?
Not though the ponies knew
What pony had paid.
Theirs not to make sad song,
Theirs not to reason long,
Theirs but to party on.
Into the valley of fun
Partied the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Covered with streamers and glitter,
Boldly they partied well.
As sun set ended daylight,
As moon rise brought the night
Partied the six hundred.
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Celebrating fun's romance,
As ponies laughed and danced,
Through the night in that dell,
Till at last at morn's first bell,
Happy but tired off to bed,
Shuffled the six hundred
Can the mem'ry ever fade?
Oh the party that they made!
All the ponies wondered.
Joy for the fun they had!
Joy for it made them glad!
Happy six hundred!
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Under the laden apple trees
A hat wearing Earth Pony moves;
The farmer, a mighty mare is she,
With strong and sinewy hooves;
And those hooves that end her brawny legs
Are strong with iron shoes.
Her mane and tail are blonde and long,
Her coat a tawny dun.
Her brow is wet with honest sweat,
To end what she's begun,
And see each apple basket full,
Satisfied her job's well done.
And all the growing season long,
From morning until night,
You'll find her in her orchard fair,
To see each tree's alright,
And chase the vampire fruit bats off,
Before they ever bite.
Her little sister, home from school,
Pauses at the door.
And smells the pies her Granny's baked,
It's supper that they're for.
And she thinks, "How very sweet,
They're apple, to the core."
Then, on quiet days of rest,
The farmer sometimes goes
With her family to that quiet place,
And there she does repose,
And thinks upon her loved ones lost,
And mourns her quiet woes.
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Throughout life's daily round,
With loving friends and family,
She often can be found,
Living a life of honest toil,
From sunup to sundown.
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I think that I shall never see
Another library in a tree.
A tree with inside hollowed out
Full of bookshelves all about.
A tree that raised its leafy arms
To Celestia's sun all bright and warm.
A tree where squirrels can find rest
And in whose branches birds may nest.
In whose oak interior had
Been such parties bright and glad.
Books are owned by ponies like me
But only once ever in a tree.
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She brought me rubies from the cave,
I held them on my tongue;
I thought them sweet, this gift she gave,
For joy my taste buds sung.
I looked again, I thought them part
Of fine clothing that she'd sewn;
That greatest and most generous heart,
That I have ever known.
But how to melt that frozen heart,
To matter in her eyes;
To get love's rubied flow to start,
Oh Celestia, let that day rise!
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Verse 1
Come fillies and colts for your marks will appear,
With more talents found in this wonderful year.
No more shall your flank be empty and blank,
You're one step closer to full pony rank.
Chorus
Hearts like horses we have,
To help out we are glad,
We always are ready, steady, foals, steady!
We'll cutie mark crusade again and again.
Verse 2
We ne'er see a bully but to them we say,
"Hey now just stop being awful that way."
We won't let them stop us, but turn them about,
Till they come join us and join in our shout.
Verse 3
And when marks appear we cannot but cheer,
Then tell Pinkie Pie a cute-ceañera is here,
Oh, we are so glad the special talent we have,
Is to help other ponies no longer be sad.
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It's so sweet,
In the window on the street,
I'm stating very confidentially:
It's so sweet.
Perfect, nice,
Look it over once or twice,
I tell you, darling, confidentially:
It's so nice.
Just cast an eye
In it's direction.
See the gems?
Now that's perfection!
I repeat,
It's fabulous, it's neat.
And so, dear, I state confidentially
It is sweet.
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Praise to flight! which gives us freedom,
High above the clouds to roam.
Soaring o'er all Equestria,
With Cloudsdale our floating home.
Soaring, laughing, swooping, dashing,
Pegasi in fullest glee.
Awsomeness in all endeavours,
And the coolest one is me!
Making weather, clouds and sunshine,
Right for what each season needs.
Snow in winter, rain in summer,
Gentle winds and mighty breeze.
Making sure each comes in season,
Right on time and not too much.
Skill and talent is required,
Years of training gives us such.
Then there's those, who all excelling,
Rise up to the highest heights.
Greatest fliers, best performers,
Without doubt the brightest lights.
Giving shows and thrilling ponies,
Stallions, mares, fillies and colts,
Cooler now by twenty percent,
As I just made Wonderbolt!
AH YEAH!!!
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You may travel far from your home in the clouds,
Down to the ground, where the fields are plowed,
But of all the fine places I ever did see,
Was outside of Ponyville, near the Forest Everfree.
It starts as a field, but to woods it does trend,
With plenty of creatures for me to befriend,
A small little house, that is just right for me,
And that's why I live near the Forest Everfree.
It's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,
Watching all the wild flowers that never decay,
Oh the bunnies and the birdies are all plain to see,
Making homes for their young near the Forest Everfree.
Please pardon me, I don't meant to offend,
But Goodness! the beauty, it is just without end,
All the creatures and the meadows which I can go see,
And they are all here, near the Forest Everfree.