i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

Winter Wrap-Up - MLP Cast

Now that I know what they all do

I have to find my place

And help with all of my heart

Tough task ahead I face

So uh… keep an eye out for an audio file today… because I might actually record all the vocals before the day it out. Cough. Coughcoughcough.