Set on stage, Spitfire eyed down the strange new surroundings. "Did this place go through some changes or something?"
Hup! Two, three, four...
Hup! Two, three, four...
Suddenly, an accompany of flutes rang through the stage and a set of spotlights lit Spitfire.
Know your mare is about to start...
Time to dis an uptight tart...
"What did you just call me?"
Not afraid to shout at grunts...
Sadly she's a total putz...
"Will you stop singing!?"
Spitfire here yelled at us...
That's when it comes to likin' her, no one does...
"My team likes me and my students like me. And that last line was over the bars of the song."
Thought she told us all to stop...
Her ideas tend to flip and flop...
"Why are you even singing in that way?"
Army songs are what you know...
Forcing ponies to step in toe...
"It's a training method. It weeds out the weak."
Her rules are a messy and very fussy...
Contrary to the fact that she's a hussy...
"We're back on calling me a skank again? Didn't you three get enough of that last time?"
Out of lines we have now run...
Hit Spitfire now with a brick of tons...
"A brick of what?" out from the side, a sack of ridged bricks flung out from the darkness and knocked Spitfire off the stage with a loud crash.
Now you know Spitfire bolt...
So said Discord and his little colt!
...Can we please stop singing now...?