You ever wonder what would happen if you came upon a forest filled with trees to other worlds? What if not all those trees led to the mythical holiday dreamscapes? What if one of them took you to someplace especially magical?

My ponified version of the superbly written: "What's This?" by Danny Elfman from A Nightmare Before Christmas.

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Lyrics:

What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere.
What's this? That's galloping down there.
What's this? There's no way this is real. I think they're talking. Must be something in the air. What's this?

What's this? What's this? They've broken into song?
What's this? They planned it all along?
What's this? I think the pink one. Might be coming at me. With her hair like cotton candy. What is gonna happen to me? What is this? What's this?

There's ponies throwing parties, instead of throwing bombs. They might have little squabbles, but seem to get along. It's so much unlike my world, it's altering my mind. I want that change within me, have my outlook redefined.

Oh, look. What's this? A tattoo on her flank, three gems. Why that looks manifique, and hers. Like lightning coming down made of rainbows, streaking color through the sky. What's this?

What's this? So sweet, and hiding by a tree, the dear. So frightened she could cry. But why? I bet she could be strong and spread her wings. Take off into the sky and sing. I think she'd see there's nothing wrong. I'd fly beside her all night long. It would be fun! It would be fun! Is there a place to make my wish? What's this?




Oh my, what now? The student of the queen. Princess? Well that's the next best thing. Her mind, and friends can fill her full of power. Their darkest hour, yet they still come together, to send away the nightmares. What's this?

They gather all around me. And they welcome me with glee. She offers me a choice that I can stay here if I please. It's all so much, I swear, I can see magic in the air. The smell of apple pies. Is absolutely everywhere.

My hands, my feet. Now horns, and hooves, and marks, and wings. I never want to leave at all. A darker part inside of me is lighting up. I want to go and see it all. I love it, oh, I love it, oh, I love it, my new home. What is it called? What is it called? What is the paradise I found? What is this?

Equestria, hmm...