If the Discordians are finally rising, count me in.

Now, the Gods they threw a party in one thousand-odd B.C. They invited every goddess 'cept Discordia, all but She So She rolled a golden apple, thereby starting a melee

Her apple corps is strong!

Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Her apple corps is strong!

Though the Romans dubbed her Eris and the Brits called her Strife She is still the same Discordia Chaos’ spawn, and Murphy’s wife And the mortal who ignores Her courts the peril of his life

Her apple corps is strong!

Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Her apple corps is strong!

She’s the Goddess of Uncertanity the Mother of all Doubt But Her influence is one thing physics cannot do without In the halls of academia, the quantum theorists shout Her apple corps is strong!

Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Her apple corps is strong!

She’s the strangest of attractors and a fractious, fractal minx There is madness to Her method and a twist to how She thinks Lorenz, Mandelbrot, and Julia could not divine Her kinks Her apple corps is strong!

Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Her apple corps is strong!

I have seen the works of Eris in our citadels and camps For the world, now more than ever, seems to bear Her special stamp Which is why I think Discordians will soon emerge the champs Our apple corps is strong!

Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Grand and gory, hail Discordia! Our apple corps is strong!