I'll bake up a solution (pun: resheniye ('solution') sounds similar to pecheniye ('cookies')), Now I know how to do it.
A cat has full nine lives, So getting just two would be easy.
And I do have everything To make some time sorbet.
And there's simply no time For temporary measures.
That's how I conjure gypsy-style! Paws of a newt and a few words,
Then I whip up the time into custard. Now jump in! The portal is ready!
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Steak ala nu, don't you fear it Apple Bloom! Life isn't all nice and easy (lit.: 'isn't a pound of raisins to eat') Even if you're a raisin yourself!
Throw in some figs and a postcard,
Bread and butter, Nonsense and red, Pickle and chocolate,
Frosting and a storyboard! Yeast is rising, and we'll leave the cracking for later.
Pinkie, if you're hearing this, It means the time has come. Just let us go and don't even think about baking a portal!
The cauldron is seething and the Fourth Wall is now being boiled! I'll add some oil cake, save my parents, and we will live happily ever after!
That's how I conjure gypsy-style! Little ponies tears and a mercurial crowbar (OR some mercurial scrap)
Oh Lord, with you helping my witchcraft Someday I'll find my home!
Maybe... Someday... A home...