Lunar Cabinet #45

My orchestra in school had a new piece of music known as An Irish Party in Third Class. So I decided to write a poem about it, and ponify it!

An Irish Party in Third Class, can you not see?
Tables shake, chairs tip over,
As everypony dances atop the tables.
They debate if they should bake,
Raising apple cider in the air.
Amusing eh?
It's an Irish Party in Third Class!
They fly through the air,
performing each other's movement.
Hooves tap, cider in the air,
It's a wonderful time!
They dance night and day,
Never stopping, never skipping a beat.
Tis a sight, dancing merryment!
It's the Irish Party in Third Class! Hoh!