::lyrics:: All you ponies in the ville, working hard. You'll never know We'll be out in the forest, where you'll never go Zebra culture: we are one with the earth. We are Taking things easy, fret only for our mirth Pull a plant from the ground, make sure not to touch One small smudge and you'll be ridiculed Much. Raise the tower; See the rising smoke. Blazing all the forest on fire.