Patoricio

Good morning, the horse your honor. The crown will plainly show The pony who now stands before you Was caught red-handed making cupcakes, making cupcakes with some kind of strange flavour. This will not do. Call the schoolmaster! I always said she'd come to no good in the end your honor. If they'd let me have my way I could Have flayed her into shape. But my hooves were tied, The bleeding cakes and parties. Let her get away with laughter. Let me hammer her today? Crazy, souls in the attic I am crazy, Truly gone baking They must have taken my sanity away (Crazy, souls in the attic she's crazy) You pinky pile you're in it