Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.

So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"

She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"

[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]