To be sung and played to the tune of American Pie. The idea to convert the lyrics like this was not thought up by me, but rather a long time ago by some Anon when we restarted in August. I just went the extra step to convert the rest of the song.
 
[Intro]
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how them stories used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
 
But November made me shiver
With every story I'd deliver
Bad news on the last page
So rarely did we hit autosage
 
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about our injured pride
But something touched me deep inside
The day Ponies in Earth died
 
[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss Pillow Case PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of Casey?
And do you have faith in Mr. Blue above
If the story tells you so?
Now do you believe in LeStrange and Vito?
Can artists save your threads soul?
And can you teach me how to write real good?
 
Well, I know that you're in love with us
'Cause I saw you waitin' on that refresh
You both had nothin' to lose
Man, I dig those ponies and blues
 
I was a lonely teenage writin' fag
With a shitty keyboard that still had the tag
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the Ponies in Earth died
 
[Chorus]
I started singin' bye-bye, Miss Strawberry Jam PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Verse 2]
Now for two years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the writer wrote for the love knew
With the pony he borrowed from Mr. Blue
And a drawing that came from you and me
 
Oh, and while the thread was looking sound
Hateanon was busy fucking around
The artists left feeling burned
Oh how I wish they returned
 
And while lurkers read a Maud on rocks
The writers scrambled in the shock
And we became /soc/ until 3 o'clock
The day the Ponies in Earth died
 
[Chorus]
We were started singin' bye-bye, Miss Noteworthy PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a winter night
The browser pones flew off to avoid the blight
Page eight low and falling fast
It landed foul on the archive
The lurkers tried but it didn't survive
With the content creators on the sidelines in a dive
 
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the writers wrote a cute tune
We all got up to read
Oh, but we never had the speed
 
'Cause the shitposters tried to take the field
The lurkers refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Ponies in Earth died?
 
[Chorus]
We were started singin' bye-bye, Miss IE of PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Verse 4]
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A general lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Anon be nimble, Anon be quick
Anon sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
 
Oh, and as I watched him on the page
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
 
And as the shitposts climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the Ponies i Earth died
 
[Chorus]
He was started singin' bye-bye, little ponies of PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Outro]
I met a guy who drew the art
And I asked him for a happy part
But he just smiled and turned away
I went down to where we were archived
Where I'd read the stories when I arrived
But the man there said the stories didn't end
 
And in the streets, the lurkers screamed
The writers cried and the artists dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
 
And the three men I admire most
The Writer, Artist and the Holy Anon
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the Ponies in Earth died
 
And they were singin' bye-bye, little ponies of PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
 
[Chorus]
They were singin' bye-bye, little ponies of PiE
Refreshed for just one more but the thread 404
Them good old ponies were drinkin' cider and more
Singin' "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"