(Note: Sung to the tune of Brave's "Into The Open Air")

Sung by Berry Punch

Berry Punch checked her situation. Nope, the last of the Sugar Punch from last night HAD left her system.

Her face fell. That meant that Big Macintosh really WAS dragging her house across Ponyville in a Love Poison-fueled fit of madness. And that she'd have to explain to the mailmare the next day why she didn't live at Number 42 anymore.

This road, it is a distant trot,
because my home being dragged round a lot!

This house it is a moving log,
dragging a mark on the road where it slogs.

I tried to shout to the guy in front,
but each word I spoke only met with grunts!

Could these walls come crumbling down?
The frames on my wall fell to the ground,
My home insurance won't cover these,
Dragged into the open street!

And now I need a good hard drink,
What I've just tasted should do it, I think...

How will it feel when the mail comes in?
I won't live at number forty-two again!

Some mad farmpony dragged my home,
The bricks and mortar and all the chrome.
How'd he carry this with naught but feet,
Into the open street?

Into the open street (into the open street).
Into the open street.

This house it is a moving log.

Author's Note

As requested by Flightning.

No wonder the poor mare drinks so much.