Applebloom running though the orchard 
Chapel at noon with it's bell ringing torture 
Sounds to call on the chorist of
Wooded hounds of the forest 

Scootaloo flying though the sky 
Even though not she not so high 
The bony dragon dives in haste 
After the flying pony to give chase 

Sweetie Belle swimming across the lake
I bet you can guess it's in haste 
Because a gator is hungry for her fries 
The laws that rule of three applies 

The three friends escape their predicaments
Meet in town and happy to have all their ligaments
No thanks to the author's awful rhyming 
Fifteen plus ninety six words that make them crying