Oh Trixie, my Trixie, my unicorn mare,
A show-off by nature: a strut then and there
And Twilight forlorn, lost among the great crowd:
She feels that to boast just should not be allowed.
Then Snips and then Snails have a rather odd wheeze:
Release a great Ursa! It charges through trees
And into the town! Trixie hiding away;
Our heroine charging back into the fray.
Although Twilight Sparkle's already OP,
You can't really argue with everything she
Accomplished that evening... then Trixie was gone.
For good and for ever? I'll tell you anon.