Applejack looked at the mare before singing.

Applejack: Granny Smith is the mare at the barn door

Her name, as I ought to have told you before

is really Sweety Smith

But that's such a fuss to say

We usually just call her Granny Smith

Her coat's very shabby

She's thin as a rake

And she suffers from palsy that makes her hooves shake

She gently took her grandmother's hooves to help them stop shaking.

Yet she was in her youth

quite the wisest of ponies

But no longer a terror to colts or fillies

For she isn't the mare she was in her prime

Though her name was quite famous

She says in her time

and whenever she joins her friends at the club

(which takes place at at the back of the pub)

She loves to regale them if somepony else plays

with anecdote drawn from her palmiest days

For she was once the star from the highest degree

She has worked with Filthy Rich

She has worked with Mayor Mare

And she likes to relate her success on the halls

where the gallery gave her 7 cat calls

But her grandest creation, as she loves to tell

was the Zap Apple Jam

At this, Granny Smith decided to sing.

Granny Smith: I have played in my time, every part possible

and I used to know 70 speeches by heart

I'd extemporize backchat

I knew how to gag

and I knew how to let the cat out of the bag

I knew how to act with my back and my tail

With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail

I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts

Whether I took the lead or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell

When the curfew was rung

I swung on the bell

In the pantomime season

I never fell flat

and I once understudied Pegasus

But my grandest creation

as history will tell

is the Zap Apple Jam

We then see a ghost version of her younger self, looking around before smiling and bucking the air playfully.

Applejack: Then if somepony will give her a toothy grin

She will tell how she once played a part in East Lynne

At a Shakespeare performence, she walked on pat once only

when some actor called the need for a pony

Granny Smith: And I say these ponies

They do not get trained

as we did in the days when Solaris reigned

They never get drilled in a regular troupe

and they think they are smart

just to jump through a hoop

Applejack: And she says as she scratches her hooves

Granny Smith: Well, theatre is certainly not as it was

these modern productions are all very well

But there's nothing equal from what I hear to tell

That moment I made history

when I made Zap Apple Jam

She saw the ghost version of her younger self and started to follow it, only to have it smile at her and bow to her then disappear, Granny Smith frowned and turned to blink away tears, her voice now cracking as she sang.

Granny Smith: I once crossed a telegraph wire

to rescue a filly when a house was on fire

and I think I still can much better than most

and I once played Fleur De Lis

could do it again

could do it again

could do it again...

She then went over to Applejack, who hugged her and let the elder mare cry into her shoulder, all the ponies came and had sympathetic looks, Granny Smith looked at Celestia who frowned at the poor mare, Granny Smith went back to crying into Applejack's shoulder, Applejack guided her away, Twilight lifted the chair with magic and a sad frown as she watched them leave.

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T_T ok who else died a little on the inside?

and no, Granny Smith's name is not Sweety Smith, I just thought it sounded cute.

useless fact: Gus The Theatre Cat was the first ever song from a musical to ever make me cry...;_;

R&R please!