::lyrics:: All you ponies in the ville, working hard. You'll never know 
We'll be out in the forest, where you'll never go 
Zebra culture: we are one with the earth. We are 
Taking things easy, fret only for our mirth 
Pull a plant from the ground, make sure not to touch 
One small smudge and you'll be ridiculed 
Much. Raise the tower; See the rising smoke. 
Blazing all the forest on fire. 

-Smoking on dat poison joke-