I just need an idea.
My drawing board’s a blank.
Gears in my head are turning less
than the ones upon my flank.
I know I can come up with
that one thing that Ponies need.
It’s got to be my destiny:
‘Cause it’s what my Cutie Mark
is telling me.
Tinkering’s not easy.
In fact, it is quite hard.
I try to build inventions
and instead end up with scars.
I’ve got to keep on trying,
because it’s plain to see:
It’s got to be my destiny.
’Cause it’s what my Cutie Mark
is telling me.
The mother of invention
is just necessity.
And just some inspiration
is just the thing I need.
My think tank’s dry.
I don’t know why
this is so hard for me!
My destiny is all on me.
That’s what my Cutie Mark is telling me.
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