Sweet Insanity
By: John Keith Bone

*Attend the tale of Pinkie Pie… Her mane was pink, her movement spry… She baked for the ponies of Ponyville with never an upset, that is until… She trot a path that few would try… Did Pinkie Pie... The spastic baker of Sweet Street… She kept a shop in Ponyville… Where all the ponies had their fill… And what if they could tell the tale of all those who went missing to make all the sales…? For Pinkie… For Pinkie Pie… The spastic baker of Sweet Street… Raise your hacksaw high, Pinkie, hold it to the sky! Slowly does the life flow from their shining eyes… Her room was bright, her things were grand… She threw the best parties in the land… With bright balloons and streamers galore, with games and prizes and so much in store… And no-one knew what under lie… But Pinkie Pie… The spastic baker of Sweet Street… Enthusiastic, Pinkie was, bright and happy and gay she was under the store, back of the room, looked like a party but felt like tomb. Pinkie giggled and Pinkie laughed, nobody suspected a macabre plan… Pinkie was smooth; Pinkie was subtle, draw your number and rest all your troubles. Pinkie was smooth; Pinkie was subtle, draw your number and rest all your troubles. Pinkie was smooth; Pinkie was subtle, draw your number and rest all your troubles. Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie! PINKIE!!!!!! Attend the tale of Pinkie Pie, attend the tale of Pinkie Pie. Or stick a cupcake in your eye, or stick a cupcake in your eye. What happens now, well that’s the tale, and everyone’s waiting, so we might as well… See Pinkie… See Pinkie Pie… the spastic baker of Sweet-….! STREET…!!
*Sang to the tune of The Ballad of Sweeny Todd by Stephen Soundheim