Improbable Truth

Discord went down to Ponyville. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young mare sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And Discord jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Girl, let me tell you what."

"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, girl, but give dear Discord his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

The girl said, "My name's Fiddlesticks, and it might be a right din,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Fiddle, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Chaos broke loose in Ponyville and Discord deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the spirit gets your soul.

Discord opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his clawtips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of minicords joined in and it sounded something like this.

When Discord finished, Fiddle said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, girls, run!
Discord's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Discord bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Fiddle's feet.
Fiddlesticks said, "Discord, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
I done told you once—you mangy mutt—I'm the best that's ever been."
And she played:

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, girls, run!
Discord's in the house of the rising sun;
The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no.