Gipsy Bard

When you're rife with devastation

There's a simple explanation

You're a toymaker's creation

Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it

Know that we will stay resilient

We won't let them break our spirits

As we sing our silly song

When I was a little filly

A galloping blaze overtook my city

So they shipped me off to the orphanage

Said: Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in

So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals

Now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured

But I still, know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles

And your loved ones have been mangled

Listen to this jingle jangle

Of my gipsy tambourine

'Cause these chords are hypnotizing

And the whole world's hamonizing

So please children stop your crying

And just sing along with me