Welcome, fillies and colts, to a tale most untragic,
of two breeds of equine and two breeds of magic;
of a high-pronking metre and low, steady rhyme
that will shake the whole world (though one house at a time)
with the great innovation this meeting will show!
Where it's going? Perhaps you may already know.

Written for the Pony Poetry Contest.

(Note: this story has nothing to do with Dr. Seuss or the pictured book beyond the presence of a zebra and anapestic tetrameter. But... come on, how could I not use that picture?)