As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,  
I’ve got a little list — I’ve got a little list  
Of society offenders who might well be underground,  
And who never would be missed — who never would be missed!  
There’s the pestilential parasprites who write for autographs —  
All ponies who have flabby hooves and irritating laughs —  
All blank flanks who are up in dates, and floor you with ‘em flat —  
All ponies who in shaking hooves, shake hooves with you like that —  
And all third ponies who on spoiling tête-á-têtes insist —  
They’d none of ‘em be missed — they’d none of ‘em be missed!
 
She’s got ‘em on the list — she’s got ‘em on the list;  
And they’ll none of ‘em be missed — they’ll none of ’em be missed.
 
There’s the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,  
And the flugelhorn-player — I’ve got him on the list!  
And the ponies who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,  
They never would be missed — they never would be missed!  
Then the derpy colt who praises, with enthusiastic tone,  
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;  
And the mare from Manehatten, who acts like Fluttershy,  
And who “doesn’t think she dances, but would rather like to try”;  
And that singular anomaly, the filly novelist —  
I don’t think she’d be missed — I’m sure she’d not be missed!
 
She’s got her on the list — she’s got her on the list;  
And I don’t think she’ll be missed — I’m sure she’ll not be missed!
 
And that nisi prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,  
The oh-so earnest Brony — I’ve got him on the list!  
All funny fellows, comic colts, and clowns of private life —  
They’d none of ‘em be missed — they’d none of ‘em be missed.  
And apologetic statesmares of a compromising kind,  
Such as — What d’ye call her — Thing’em-bob, and likewise — Never-mind,  
And ‘St— ‘st— ‘st— and What’s-her-name, and also You-know-who —  
The task of filling up the blanks I’d rather leave to you.  
But it really doesn’t matter whom you put upon the list,  
For they’d none of ‘em be missed — they’d none of ’em be missed!
 
You may put ’em on the list — you may put ‘em on the list;  
And they’ll none of ‘em be missed — they’ll none of ’em be missed!

This is Celestia’s veto face.

C’mon, Celly.
 
I have it on good info that you like to dress up as fruit.