(Note: Sung to the tune of The Jungle Book's "That's What Friends Are For")

Sung by Rarity

The post office has officially gone on Rarity's list of enemies.

For you see, the last time she was there to pick up a package, she had to wait in line with no air conditioning, there was a crying foal the entire time, and the only pen at the desk was being used by somepony Rarity swore was writing a novel rather than signing any paperwork.

"WHY AREN'T THERE MORE PENS!? TELL ME!"

Y NO PENS!?
Y NO PENS!?
Y NO PENS ON THE COUNTER'S END!? (the counter's end)

The post office (the post office)
Is hot and stinks! (is hot and stinks)
It is the worst (It is the worst)
Possible thing! (possible thing)
And WHY THE HAY ARE THERE NO PENS
When a line's reaching the door!?
That's what pens are for!

There are SIX counters at the desk
With naught to scrawl
That's what pens are for!

And when a foal is bawling I'm
Hating some guy for wasting time
I just wanted my package
And then LEAVE this place
I'm never coming back, I'd rather spray my eyes with mace!
(Eyes with mace)

The line was long
It was too hot
A foal did scream
And there was not
Another pen
With which to write the final score!

DON'T THEY KNOW WHAT PENS ARE FOR!?

Author's Note

Can you tell what I've been watching recently?