Bon-Bon: Wake up. Time to take your medicine.

Lyra: U~gh…

Bon-Bon: Here. Sit up.

Lyra: … Ugh… I hate the world.

Bon-Bon: I’m getting too old for this, L-

Lyra: [Coughing] Ack!

Bon-Bon: Oh lord-

Lyra: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Puh! Uh… Sing me a song.

Bon-Bon: Lyra, act your age.

Lyra: It’ll make me feel better.

Bon-Bon: Who’s a silly pony-?

Lyra: No!

Bon-Bon: Shoo-be-do!

Lyra: Ugh!

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~!

Lyra: What is friendship all about?

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~!

Lyra: Friendship is magic.

Bon-Bon: My little pony~!

Lyra: I used to wonder what friendship could be.

Bon-Bon: My little pony~!

Lyra: Until you all shared it’s magic with me.

Bon-Bon: Big adventu~re, tons of fun!

Lyra: A beautiful heart; faithful and strong.

Bon-Bon: Sharing, kindness; it’s an easy fea~t!

Lyra: And magic makes it all complete.

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~. My little po-ny~.

Lyra: No sign of trouble in siiiiight.

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~.

Lyra: May all your days be bri~ght!

Bon-Bon: … Satisfied?

Lyra: My throat hurts.

Bon-Bon: Well, you probably shouldn’t have sang with me.

Lyra: Thanks, Bon-Bon.

Bon-Bon: Go back to sleep, Lyra.