Look, here are three little ponies ready to sing for this crowd. Listen up, because here's our story. I'm going to sing it very loud. When you're a younger pony and your flag is very bare, feels like the sun will never come when your cutie marks not there. So the three of us fight the fight. There is nothing that we fear. We'll have to figure out what we'll do next. Till our cutie marks are here. We are the kids.