Squirrels on the pine tree

Swiftly giving chase

Around the base

Now face to face

Their pulses race;

They have a place here.

Finches in the treetops

Rarely ever rest

But work with zest—

They’re not distressed

But know they’re blessed:

They’ve built a nest here.

And yooooou

Can be part of it toooooo!

Can be part of it toooooo!

You’re worthy of it toooooo!

East wind through the branches

Merrily it flits

And sometimes sits,

But one admits

It never quits

Because it fits here.

Foundling in the forest

Little wretched soul

This winged foal

We’ll make her whole

Down to the knoll

She’ll find a role here.

And yooooou

Can be part of it toooooo!

Can be part of the zoooooo!

You’re worthy of it toooooo!

Ponies in the village

Underneath a dome

Of trees they comb

The precious loam

No need to roam;

They’ve built a home here.

Lonely old enchantress

Fills them with chagrin

And hearts of tin;

She turns to sin

Because she thinks

She can't fit in here.

But yooooou

Can be part of it toooooo

I only say what's truuuuue

You're worthy of it toooooo

Here’s what you have to dooooo

Here’s all you have to dooooo...

Please take off your necklace.

Leave it here and go down to the village to repent

You... can tell them that I’ve sent you.

Please do this as you’re meant to.