There's a Changeling On My Couch, and Other "Tails" From the Far North

We are battered and beaten and bruised

Floundering, Feared and forgotten.

But we're enterprising and enthused,

And our spirits shall never grow rotten.

We are hardy and wholly constructed

This is no place for feeble and meek.

With great vigor our lives are conducted

With great sorrow we bury the weak.

The Mountain is quite unforgiving,

The clouds make the mountain look easy.

But nowhere would we rather be living

Than this village so biting and breezy.

There is gold to be found in the boulders

There is ice to be tamed in the sky.

And though many a town may be colder

There are none with a windchill so high!

We dig for the rarest of gemstones

With a passion that's equaled by few

Though the work be brutal, as we've intoned

There is nothing that we'd rather do!

Pegasi, Unicorns, Earthen:

Together we labor as one

In this miserable town we are birthed in

We unite til the labor is done.

Though our bodies be battered and beaten

And We protest each day that begins

We are proud of this land that we meet in

We are proud to be Equestrians.

We are proud in the summer sun's glare,

We are proud when the days grow far darker

We are proud of this city we share

We are proud of our city of Sparkler.