Anthropology Lyra's Song

Lyrics:Human beings fascinating, being just the way they are!Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car?Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitarIt's a mystery, anthropology!Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skinWould it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in?Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythologyIt's a mystery, anthropology!Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves?I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves...Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care!All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere!Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wearIt's so real to me, anthropology!Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John,Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone?Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? ;)It's so real to me, anthropology!Yeah, they've had a couple of fights,Nobody's perfect you see,Still I say I'm born with the rightsto study whatever I please!I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs!I would trade my magic powers, for a pair of new legs!Grab your camera, come on, zoom in!'Cause your favorite mare's a human,ME!That is who i'll be...!Anthropology,shhh!