She paid and left whistling a tune.
The gossip then spread very soon.
Friends stopping to chat
Passed on the new fact,
“Y’know Luna can play the bassoon?”

News spread from pony to pony
To the conductor, who only
Directed the best
(Among all the rest)
At the Canterlot Symphony.

“A pony who plays the bassoon!
“Sign her up and find her a room.
“We need this extra
“In our orchestra.
“Welcome the princess of the moon.

“We have flutes and horns aplenty.
“Violins come by the twenty.
“But players of this kind
“Are much harder to find.
“Our bassoonists seat is still empty.”

She went to visit at the soonest,
As she was quite an opportunist.
Luna was pleased,
And gladly agreed,
To be the symphony’s bassoonist.

She practiced her art diligently
By playing the night through intently.
She went with the flow.
She wasn’t to know.
What this would cause consequently.