Scootaloo walked out of the library, lost in thought. Sure he was short, and not grownup, and not very smart, but he hated being so helpless when somepony was in trouble who was so important to him. 

She’s always been my hero, saving me from dread,
But what do I do, when, she’s the one who needs saving?

SW:
...maybe you should say,

But what happens when she needs saving instead?

SC: yeah, I suppose.

The greatest pony who ever flew,
I thought she was untouchable.

SW
But she bit off more than she could chew
What could have got her in trouble?

SC:
I want to play, I want to live.

SW:
Want to help, I want to give

SC:
Just a touch of the life she lives
Just a taste of the sky she knew.

SW:
More than a taste you had, it’s true

SC:
I just don’t know what to do.

SW:
Is it the end of the road you see?

SC:
Is that all that fate has in store for me?

What more can I do for her?
It feels like she’s a cold storm, and I can’t warm her up.

SW:

okay, how about...

What you can’t reach, you can’t keep warm.
Is your only course that’s sure,
To wait and weather the coming storm?

You’re more than you think you are.
She sees in you herself, afar.
Believe in what you yourself can do.

SC:
And Rainbow Dash will be okay?

SW:
Nothing can stop a determined you.
I just know you’ll find a way.

SC:
What happened, Rainbow Dash? 
What made you treat me like trash?
What crawled out of the pit and got you?
A big monstery icy pit of doom!
It uh... something about a room...

SW:
If only we knew what to do,
With you there locked up in your room.

SC: Yeah, yeah that’s good. Hold on lemme write it down. (pauses)

SW: It’s too sad a song to sing. I just want to end this thing.

SC: You can stop singing any time.

SW: When I—oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right.

SW: Ooh, put in something about heat. Like, “Hiding away from the fire and the flame that gives the season its name.”

SC: You work on it, okay? I have to get back before they notice I jumped the wall.

SW: It’s a good thing you can’t fly, otherwise they’d keep you in a room with a ceiling.

SC: Bad enough they know I’m a colt. Like I couldn’t even not make fillies pregnant if they just asked.

SW: Really, Scootaloo?

SC: Okay... <i>maybe</i> I have a hard time of it. But with you there, I can stay outta trouble.

SW: Wish I could be there for you in the paddock. But all those colts in one place, was just so overwhelming. Wish it could be just you.

SC: Yeah, well after estrus is over I’m sure it’ll be easier.