When you're rife with devastation There's a simple explanation: You're a toymaker's creation Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it Know that we must be resilient We won't let them break our spirits As we sing this silly song
When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in" So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song
When you've bungled all your bangles And your loved ones have been mangled Listen to the jingle jangle Of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing And the whole world's harmonizing So please children stop your crying And just sing along with me
Sad to say your signature on her neck makes her back look hairy as it breaks up your nice shading. I think it'd be better on the clothes but I guess then it'd be easier to erase without damaging the art.
Looks cute. I didn't realize she was twirling until I read your description, but now the position of her tail and the fabric make more sense. It's slightly hard to tell what's going on with the upper portion of the clothing, but I think that's just because it's not colored.