The Perfect Job

This is a musical synopsis of Chapter 2, told from Discord's point of view, set to the tune of the American folk song "On Top of Old Smokey," and inspired by a parody, "On Top of Spaghetti" by Tom Glazer.

Upon my thinking tree,

All covered with leaves,

I pondered how many

Tricks are up my sleeves .

Now, chaos is pleasure,

And welcome surprise,

But when they repeat so,

I question my eyes.

There's no time to dwell, though.

Disharmonic sense

Is tingling. I'm ready

To pitch my talk tent.

I pick up the phone and

It's Miss Cherilee.

She's related to Pinkie

and calling for me!

I've found a career in

Just talking with tots.

It's almost too easy!

My standards all blot.

For the ideas will wither,

Though the chaos won't die,

And I am reformed now.

I hardly know why.

Upon my thinking tree

All covered with leaves,

I pondered how many

Tricks are up my sleeves .

And there you have it, folks, a draconequus' humorous interpretation of a classic folk song. (Add that to the list of things I never thought I'd say.)