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"Will you post ponies on my board?" said the Discord to the 'Shy,
'Tis the prettiest little website that ever you did spy;
The way into my website is through a winding link,
And I've a many curious things there, even a pony's sink."
Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "to ask me is in vain,
For who posts in your pony board are ne'er seen about again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Discord to the 'Shy.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Discord to the 'Shy, "Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Discord, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Discord turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly 'Shy would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the 'Shy.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty 'Shy, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and teal blue -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this kind Fluttershy,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With flitting wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and teal blue hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foalish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Discord, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding links, into his dismal den,
Within his little board -- but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little bronies, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Discord and the 'Shy.

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"Will you post ponies on my board?" said the Discord to the 'Shy,
'Tis the prettiest little website that ever you did spy;
The way into my website is through a winding link,
And I've a many curious things there, even a pony's sink."
Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "to ask me is in vain,
For who posts in your pony board are ne'er seen about again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Discord to the 'Shy.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Discord to the 'Shy, "Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little 'Shy, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Discord, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Discord turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly 'Shy would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the 'Shy.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty 'Shy, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and teal blue -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this kind Fluttershy,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With flitting wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and teal blue hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foalish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Discord, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding links, into his dismal den,
Within his little board -- but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little bronies, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Discord and the 'Shy.