Molt by Francis Vace

I’ve got a deadly disease,
From my head down to my knees,
Fire breath when I burp or sneeze,
A newfound interest in the birds and the bees.

Ship me off to the farm yard,
Cause I’m about to punch my card,
Lock down the boulevard,
Cause parts of me are getting hard.


Changes,
In a young dragon’s life,
Strangeness,
With wings and scales and fire.

Don’t cry mares, it’s not your fault,
What time has started, we can’t halt,
Goodbye fillies, goodbye colts,
I’m starting to molt.


I’ve got a deadly disease,
Far beyond pony expertise,
Rarity stay away please,
I’m starting to smell like cheese.

Try your hardest not to gawk,
Cause now I’m encased in rock,
Then it broke and now I’m not,
Now check out my giant wings.


Hey do you remember, back when Twilight got her wings,
Remember how long it took her to learn to use those things.
I’ve had wings for like two seconds and I’ve already saved a life,
Wow scootaloo, that’s really nice, hit me up if you ever need advice.

• Midwest Emo
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• Rock
• Brisbane