Sometimes you don't get a pony,
no matter how hard you pray.
And ice cream melts, and laughter dies,
and good moments fade away.
Sometimes you don't get a pony,
no matter which candles you blow,
and dreams are rocky, and rocks are heavy,
and there's no right way to go.
Sometimes you don't get a pony,
no matter what you do-
but sometimes not getting that pony
is the best that could happen to you.
Right now, I'm thinking of all the reasons getting the pony would be the worst thing ever. That may be a list all on it's own. I mean, it could be a zombie pony, or a pony with a bad attitude....
Why else should we be happy that I didn't get the metaphorical pony?
