We sometimes call Agra our chief... that isn't quite exact
Hopefully this tale I tell will illustrate that fact
Pony and zebra first crossed paths with not a little envy
The ponies, led by goddesses, the zebra, by family!
Agra, known to our kind of course, a god in his own right
...was a hermit who would always ensure to shun the spotlight
We pleaded with him day and night, banging upon his door
We wanted our own god-king and, with each day, want it more
When Agra finally relented there was rev'ry indeed
...but he quickly silenced our cheering, imparting upon us a need
A great people needed a keep worthy of a great god-king
And so, from far and wide, such a great, grand hoard we'd bring.
Rare gifts, treasures and prizes, alchemy and sorcery too.
We brought or craft for Agra everything a god-king due.
Finally, at the very end, we craft a monstrous door
Something to keep safe inside the treasures we'd adore
Agra's cave, furnished and gorgeous, made the god-king smile about
He then thanked us for our helpfulness... and promptly locked us out.