‘We’re Guards of the Round Table,

We dance when ‘ere we’re able,

We do routines and chorus scenes

With hoof-work impeccable.

We dine well here in Canterlot,

We all eat zap-apple jam a lot!

We’re Guards of the Round Table,

Our shows are formidable, But many times, we’re given rhymes

That are quite unsingable.

We’re Opera mad in Canterlot,

We sing from the diaphragma looooooot!

We’re all so tough and able,

Quite indefatigable,

Between our quests we sequin vests,

And impersonate Clop Gable.

It’s a busy life in Canterlot,

I have to push the pram a lot!’