Greymuzzle
Adapted from “Old Hippie” (David Bellamy)

He watched the Pawpet Show on Funday every week since ’ninety-nine
Now he stares into the mirror at his receding hairline
Now and then he’ll doodle something with the tablet on his desk
While the pages of his sketchbook are reserved for all the rest
You can find him in the dealers’ den sometimes, and it just makes perfect sense

Well, he gets up with the Get Alongs ’cause Shirt Tales left him cold
He’s got young friends into ponies, but he’s just too friggin’ old
And he dreams at night of vixens pouncin’ him from every side
Erma Felna with a crowbar made him laugh so hard he cried
Yeah, sometimes he thinks of Lola and he has to wonder why

[Chorus:]
He’s a greymuzzle and he knows just what to do
Takin’ lessons from the old
And applyin’ to the new
He’s a greymuzzle, livin’ life as he must
He ain’t tryin’ to squick nobody
He’s just tryin’ real hard to adjust

He was dialin’ B.B.S.es when APAzines were hip
Then he went off to the Internet for more companionship
V.C.L. and Yerf and Yiffco, A.F.F. and MUCKs and MUDs
And with each new technology he better knew his buds
With this changing world around him, he embraces what he can

[Chorus]

Well, he sat up in the bleachers so his fur would not get burned
Now he sees the current dramas; hasn’t anybody learned?
Still, there’s every kind of critter and they’re growin’ every day
A menagerie of species that will not soon fade away
Like the feels from that convention . . . ain’t about to fade away

[Chorus]

Yeah, he ain’t tryin’ to squick nobody
He’s just tryin’ real hard to adjust