Bits and Bits, Little Bits. Pieces of fear. I collect all your good little fears and make them fade away! Don’t you cry anymore the pony will drag you away, and you can play somewhere better to play. Hear the stomps, hear the scraps, hear the tapes three times, and that will be his call. Hear the whistle melody over and through your ears, watch him stand tall and he will take to that place to play. Twist and turn and crack let him take you away, for a better place and you will never want to turn back." Again the melody plays again. Enjoy getting chills for this one is a tale of a Pony in a Black top hat that you don't wanna cross at a night alley. This pony brings fear that makes the ponies blood in their Veins rise, fast heart beats and death to all. So enjoy