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F I L K K f i l e
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FFFF I L KK ffff i l eeee
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F I L K K f i l e
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F I LLLLLL K K f i llllll eeeee
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The first compilation of filksongs collected from the FILK Echo
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and provided for download via the auspices of Kay Shapero, moder-
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ator of same. Publication date, May 1990. All copyrights belong
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to the writers.
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FILKfile will appear at irregular intervals of a month or more,
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depending on how many songs appear on the echo.
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I'm doing this first one in vanilla ascii with the bare minimum
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of formatting so as not to create problems for anyone reading it
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directly off the system. If folks would like me to provide
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margins and form feeds between pages, please let me know.
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL
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by Charlie Kellner
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(to the tune of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer")
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There's Nemorth and Selgrith and Lamanth and Wirenth,
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Caylith and Prideth and Ludeth and Ralenth,
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But do you recall... the most famous dragon of all?
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Ramoth the golden dragon had a very shiny tail,
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And if you ever saw it, you would love each golden scale.
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None of the other dragons ever let her play their games,
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They didn't want poor Ramoth chasing thread and breathing flames.
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Then one fateful Threadfall eve, Lessa came to say,
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"Ramoth with your tail so bright, won't you guide the weyrs in
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flight?"
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Then how the dragons loved her, as they shouted out in glee,
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"Ramoth the golden dragon, you went back in history!"
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Words copyright Charlie Kellner, Dec 1981
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*****
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A FILKER'S NIGHTMARE
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by Rich Kabakjian
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(tune: "That Old Time Religion")
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Gimme that old "Banned From Argo"
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Gimme that old "Banned From Argo"
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Gimme that old "Banned From Argo"
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It's long enough for me.
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We will sing of "Caves of Steel"
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Even though we think it's real-
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ly long and has no mass appeal
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But it's good enough for me.
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We will sing "Horsetamer's Daughter"
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'Though we think we really oughter
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pick a filk that is much shorter
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But it's good enough for me.
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If you'd like to pass the Tully,
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can we sing of "Young Man Mulli-
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gan"? It makes the senses dull-y
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But it's good enough for me.
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Words copyright Rich Kabakjian, 1989
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*****
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A SONG FOR GROSSED OUT FILKFEN
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune: "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
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(Doom, doom, doom, doom.....
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Doom, doom, doom, doom.....)
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The filksing's getting ose again (Oh dread! Oh dread!)
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The filksing's getting ose again (Oh dread! Oh dread!)
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The piles of bodies have stained the floor
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With thirty-nine separate shades of gore
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And the fans are running out of the room to urp....
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(Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck...) <fade out over running feet, urping
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fen, whatever...)
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1988
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*****
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ALARUMS & EXCURSIONS
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by Dr Pepper
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(tune: Cover of the Rolling Stone)
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Well we're big D&Ders, We don't know what Fear is,
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And we're loved everywhere we roam
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We rid the world of evil and we rid the world of pain
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And we take a lot of tresure back home
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We drink all kinds of potions and get all kinds of notions
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But those notions are no more than diversions
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From the notion that'll gitcher, when you gitchour picture
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On the cover of Alarums and Excursions
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Chorus:
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Alarums and Excursions! Gonna see my picture on the cover
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Alarums and Excursions! run off extra copies for my mother
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Gonna see my smiling face,
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On the cover of Alarums and Excursions
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I got a crazy old witch name of Mandrake Mitch,
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Who weaves mystic runes in my cloak
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I got a hoary old greyhaired druid
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Growing me a sacred oak
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Now let's all decide, to tell our tale
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But your never gonna tell a better version
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Than the version that'll fitcher when you gitchour picture
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On the cover of Alarums and Excursions
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(Chorus)
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We gota lot of little ugly, charmed chaotics,
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Who'll do anything we say
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We got a genuine ring of 3 wishes,
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We're saving for a rainy day
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We got all the cures, that money can buy,
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So we'll never have to go to any surgeons
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And we keep getting richer, but can't get our picture,
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On the cover of Alarums and Excursions
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(extended Chorus)
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Words copyright Dr Pepper, 1975
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*****
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An Oar!
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by Charlie Kellner
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Ah, broken is the toilet bowl! The water flows forever!
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Now uncontrolled, a ghastly toll builds on the water meter;
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And, janitor, hast thou no cure? - come now or never more!
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And if thou canst not fix it now, then wouldst thou bring an oar?
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Come! Let the tenant's rights be read - the landlord's phone be
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rung!
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-
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An answer, please, before my dog requires an Aqualung -
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There is a limit to the times a towel can be wrung.
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- with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe
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*****
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CYBERSAGA
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune:"Black Denim Trousers", with acknowledgements to Ted John-
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stone's "Corduroy Trousers"...)
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CHORUS: He had pointed green eartips, a socket in his head,
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And a black leather jacket with "Deck 'em" on the back.
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He had a pair of mirror shades that flashed like the
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midday sun
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That elf was the terror of every shadowrun.
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He streaked his face with red and he streaked his hair with green
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He had rows of ruby rhinestones on the ridges of his eyes.
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On the back of his right arm was a Moebius-type tattoo
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That told the time in Tokyo in shades of red and blue.
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Oh he had a cybermodem and it was a marvel rare
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But tech will only do the things that tech can do
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He cracked a wizard's data base and searched until he found
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Ways magic could be used to get around...
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chorus
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The other hackers warned him not to play with magic spells.
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They said "These things could send you to a dozen diff'rent
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hells."
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He didn't hear, he didn't care, his mind was in a spin
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At the worlds that now existed and the worlds that might have
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been.
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He started searching like a madman, green fire shining in his
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eyes.
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He vowed he'd plunder all the worlds for high tech gear and
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spells.
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But he found a Disney dreamworld; and something that he met
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Derezzed his body right into the Net...
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No more pointed green eartips, no socket in the head,
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And no black leather jacket with "Deck 'em" on the back.
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The mirror shades are broken that flashed like the midday
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sun
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But he still is the terror of every shadowrun!
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words copyright Kay Shapero, 1990
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*****
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FRODO'S THEME
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by Cheryl Mathison
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Frodo Baggins small and fair
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With Elven mist about his aire
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Set out upon adventure lain
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To end the curse of Isldur's Bane.
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With Elves and Dwarves, the Hobbits set;
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With Men and Wizard, numbers met.
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The Nine set out from Rivendell
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To fool the Nine Black Riders from Hell.
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The Nine: They walked through Khazad-dum.
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They lost poor Gandalf in a room.
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They met a Balrog: Durin's Bane
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Where Balin died and now is lain.
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Next Boromir and then the rest
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Were cast astray or laid to rest,
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So Sam and Frodo left them there
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To finish the Task or die in dispair.
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It led them through the Morgul Vale
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With Gollum in hot pursuit on their trail.
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They took him to join them so he wouldn't kill
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Poor Frodo, who's Ring was the source of his will.
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There, in Mount Doom, inside of a cave
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They could not cast the Ring away.
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But Gollum took it and fell off the wing
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Of the ledge to his death and the end of the Ring.
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words and music (c) Copyright 1975 by Cheryl Mathison
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*****
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FURRY
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune: Richter Scale)
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Hadn't had a date in months and I was getting nervous
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So decided I would try the local dating service
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Paid their fee, filled out their form and things were going fine
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Until they saw what I'd put on the "favorite hobbies" line...
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I am a
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Feline, canine, vulpine, feathered, winged and taloned furry
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Every time I'm at a con I draw crowds in a hurry
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My artwork is erotic
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Though it isn't quite obscene
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I'm having lots of fun with this, as odd as it might seem.
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This reply appeared to cause the sales rep consternation
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Back she came to ask me for some kind of explanation
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When I said she'd read it right it threw her for a loss
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She said she couldn't enter it, then brought me to her boss.
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"So you're the
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Feline, canine, vulpine, feathered, winged and taloned furry
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At SF cons you specialize in mob scenes in a hurry
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This doesn't fit our data forms
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Some changes must be made
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You'll have to see my boss to deal with this one I'm afraid."
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So it went on up the line "Are you sure this is legal?"
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"Something like a Moose, or Elk, or F and O of Eagle?"
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Everything they put in the computer came back out
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I had to fly to Omaha to find someone with clout.
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"Yes, I'm the
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Feline, canine, vulpine, feathered, winged and taloned furry
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I'm sorry if this seems to set you all in such a flurry
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I've heard a lot about your club
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I'm told it's simply great
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But all I want to know is can you folks find me a date?"
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At the top, the president just smiled and said "Don't worry,
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I think we can solve this little problem in a hurry.
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Bypass the computer;
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And discuss it one on one.."
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We're at an SF con right now and say we're having fun
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'Cause he's a
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Dragon, merman, centaur, griffin, unicornish high elf
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Couldn't be a better match if I'd dreamed him up myself
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Together we're the strangest pair
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That folks have ever seen
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Come to the Furry Party room and you'll see what I mean!
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1989
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*****
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LOCKED OUT
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune: Londonderry Air)
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I took a walk outside the mound to clear my head,
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For wine and song had surely got to me.
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The night is cold; I'd like to come inside again,
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But it appears I've left behind the key.
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So open up, and let me in the hill again,
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Or I must stand out here and sing some more,
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And all the songs I'll sing are ose as they can be,
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So hurry up in there and open up the door!
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1989
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(the above written chiefly to prove you can, too, write a humor-
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ous song to the Londonderry Air...)
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*****
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MORETA
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune: Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer... see "Rudolph's Ride")
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You know Torene and Lessa and Brekke and F'Nor
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Jaxom and F'lar and a good many more
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But do you perhaps recall
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The most famous rider of all....
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Moreta, Pern Weyrwoman
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Rode a lovely golden queen
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Charmed all the folk who saw them
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Gliding through the air serene
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All of the other dragons
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Understood the things she said
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Helping to keep the weyrfolk
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Organized while fighting Thread.
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Then one plaguey springtime eve
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Healers came to say
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"Lady with your queen so grand,
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Take the serum through the land."
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Oh how the people loved her
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Harpers sang about her fame
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"Though you were lost in transit,
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We will e'er recall your name.."
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1989
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*****
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ON DRAGONS
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by Charlie Kellner
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On Dragons...
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Myriad the human mind
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And so diverse the Dragonkind
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In wing or claw, tooth or beak
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Every dragon stands unique
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There are those wyrms who men would say
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Live only to devour and slay
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I understand thy fear of these
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But I am not as ye believe
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True dragons are philosophers
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And speak to men in cryptic verse
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We are not often understood
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When we write in fire and blood
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The dragon is a subtile beast
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Beware, ere on his breath ye feast
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For those who duel must ever learn
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The truth has oft been known to burn.
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- Charlie Kellner, June 1981
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Dragon Summer
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A younger dragon seeks his fame
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With fiery deeds to mark his name
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As he matures he comes to know
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The victory that does not show
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Our race will only be as strong
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As the care we give our young
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So it was said in days of old
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So it will be when stars grow cold
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We have no wings and yet we fly
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We know the space beyond the sky
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We travel through the endless night
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With tongues of flame to mark our flight
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We come from where all life began
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Our quest is to enlighten Man
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And we shall taste ere we are done
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The golden apples of the sun
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- Charlie Kellner, June 1981
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Dragon's Breath
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A dragon's fire is in his breath
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His strength is in his scales
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His subtlety is in his spine
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And thereby hangs the tale
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So many seek to conquer him
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By armored might alone
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But dragons simply cannot die
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Until their truth is known
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You must not hold him prisoner
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He will not be controlled
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To beat him, look into his eyes
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And see into his soul
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For he who would prevail must learn
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What every wise man knows
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Who holds a dragon by the tail
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Goes where the dragon goes
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- Charlie Kellner, Jan 1982
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Dragon Winter
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The fire has faded from the clouds
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The dragon stands alone
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The sun has taken with it all
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That he had ever known
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On winter's wings the summer birds
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Ascend into the sky
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He watches, and remembers
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That once he too could fly
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- Charlie Kellner, May 1982
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And So New Life Begins
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While you wake
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the dragon sleeps
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In your dreams
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the dragon speaks
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As you reach
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for what you yearn
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So you find
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the truth
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that burns
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- Charlie Kellner, Jan 1982
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for Anne
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poems copyright Charlie Kellner, 1981, 1982
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*****
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RUDOLPH'S RIDE
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by Kay Shapero
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(tune: "Moreta" by Anne Harlan Prather, as sung on the "Rat
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Mastersongs" tape.)
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It's Christmas Eve and Santa is late;
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He's never done this before.
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It's Christmas Eve and Santa is late;
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Just what is he waiting for?
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A fog has crept over all the North Pole;
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The reindeer can't see to fly.
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The children are waiting for Santa to come;
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We can't let the children cry.
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So fly, reindeer, and pull your load of cheer,
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And fly, great Santa as well
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To every child, in every home, over hill and over dale,
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Carry the presents without fail.
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The weather elves from miles around
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All gathered at Santa's hall
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To see how far the fog could be found
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And if they could stop it at all.
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The Head Elf said to Santa Claus;
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"We can't stop this fog, it is true.
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We can tell you that it is going to get worse,
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But that's all that we can do."
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So fly, reindeer, and pull your load of cheer,
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And fly, great Santa as well
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To every child, in every home, over hill and over dale,
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Carry the presents without fail.
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Then Santa said to all of his crew;
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"We dare not wait any longer.
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We must fly out and deliver the gifts
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Before this fog gets stronger."
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One deer, brighter-nosed than all the rest,
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Was chosen to lead the way.
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His glowing nose gave the light to their flight
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And saved that Christmas day.
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He flew, reindeer, and pulled his load of cheer
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He pulled great Santa as well
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To every child, in every home, through the sky with nose aflame
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'Til to every child a present came
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And the pages of history sing his name...
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Rudolph...
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Rudolph...
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Rudolph...
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1989
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*****
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SNAKES ALIVE
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(by Kay Shapero)
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(tune: MacNamara's Band - chorus to either verse tune or "You
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Can Build A Mainframe From The Things You Find At Home")
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Conventions are my hobby and I go whene'er I can
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Of art shows, filks and masquerades I am the biggest fan
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Though living, breathing SF is the most fun that it gets
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I like it even better when I bring along my pets
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CHORUS:
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Yes madam, I'm aware that there's a snake around my neck
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It won't stay in my hair and so I figured what the heck?
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The lizards on my shoulders really do not seem to care
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They get along just fine with all the reptiles that I wear.
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I went to see the art show and I'd say it's really fine
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Although the dragon sculpture isn't quite as good as mine.
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Alas, the time I entered mine the concom disapproved.
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When someone taped the bid sheet on the consarned beastie moved!
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CHORUS
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The dealer's room sells books and tapes and also other things
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Like posters, costumes, weapons, belts and sundry magic rings.
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One dealer said his garter (jeweled) was something I should see
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I told him that my garter (snake) was quite enough for me!
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CHORUS
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I love to go to filksings and arrive, guitar in hand
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To sing of space and Kinnison's (though not that other) Band.
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Although they cannot sing, my snakes come with me if they wish.
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I use one for a capo on those songs by Leslie Fish.
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CHORUS
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The Masquerade and dance both hold a marvelous appeal
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But I must go and supervise my anaconda's meal.
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The python ate the chairman and it didn't seem to mind
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But anacondas might get sick from dinners of that kind!
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CHORUS
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(The above dedicated to Momcat Myers' snake, Ace, who always
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stayed quite nicely in my hair, thank you!)
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Words copyright Kay Shapero, 1989
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*****
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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE THREADFALL
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by Charlie Kellner
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'Twas the night before Threadfall, when all through the weyr,
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Not a creature was stirring, except the watch-wher.
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The firesacks were hung by the weyrlings with care
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In hopes that a dragon would someday be theirs.
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The dragons were nestled all snug in their caves
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While dreaming of silver thread falling in waves.
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And Lessa in her kerchief and F'lar in his cap
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Had just settled down for a long preflight nap
|
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When out in the bowl there arose such a clatter
|
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I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
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I raced down the tunnel and woke up F'lar,
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Climbed up to the Eye Rock and sighted the Star;
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When what to my wondering eyes should appear
|
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But a small clump of thread and eight tiny watch-whers!
|
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|
But it danced and it darted, so lively and quick,
|
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|
I thought for a moment it might be St. N'ick.
|
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|
More rapid than wherries F'lars dragons they came,
|
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|
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|
And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name:
|
|||
|
"Now, Mnementh! now, Tuenth! now, Munth and Piyanth,
|
|||
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On, Lioth! on, Valenth! on, Tagath and Canth!
|
|||
|
To the top of the ledge! to the top of the wall!
|
|||
|
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
|
|||
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|
|||
|
As fire lizards before the wild wherries will fly,
|
|||
|
Then vanish Between in the wink of an eye,
|
|||
|
So, down to the ledges the dragons they flew,
|
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|
With the watch-whers behind - and the clump of thread, too!
|
|||
|
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the wall
|
|||
|
The prancing and pawing of each little claw.
|
|||
|
Fearing the worst, I took flight down the stair,
|
|||
|
And to my surprise, found St. N'ick standing there!
|
|||
|
He was dressed in wher-hide from his head to his foot,
|
|||
|
And his clothes were all tarnished with thread-dust and soot.
|
|||
|
Behind him, I saw a most marvelous sled
|
|||
|
Of silvery metal which glistened like thread.
|
|||
|
He reached 'round and picked up a great leather sack,
|
|||
|
And giving a nod, flung it straight on his back.
|
|||
|
He spoke not a word, but went right to his work,
|
|||
|
And filled all the firesacks, then turned with a jerk.
|
|||
|
He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a whistle,
|
|||
|
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
|
|||
|
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
|
|||
|
"A short Threadfall to all, and to all a good flight!"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
- Charlie Kellner, Dec 1981
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*****
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
UNFINISHED DRINKING SONG
|
|||
|
by Charlie Kellner
|
|||
|
(tune: Three Flies in a Bottle)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Ohhhhhh...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Daddy was a centaur, I'm just a quarter horse
|
|||
|
Mommy was a mermaid, cause dad loved water sports
|
|||
|
My girl friend is an otter, a'swimmin in the sea
|
|||
|
And if the kids take after her... (pause)
|
|||
|
They'll get the best of me
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Three flies in a bottle, my ale is all drunk up
|
|||
|
Let's have another round for me, and one more for my pup
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Oh, I want to be a jedi, just like my dear old man
|
|||
|
I want to leia princess, and blow up Alderaan
|
|||
|
When daddy met the princess, she hated him of course
|
|||
|
She wanted to fly solo... (pause)
|
|||
|
But daddy used the force
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
[chorus -- substitute a different beverage for "ale" each time]
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Words copyright Charlie Kellner, 1990
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*****
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WHO LU?
|
|||
|
(words Kay Shapero)
|
|||
|
(tune - Camptown Races)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Who's the Elder Ghod we fear?
|
|||
|
Cthulhu, Cthulhu!
|
|||
|
Who sleeps on from year to year?
|
|||
|
Cthulhu is his name.
|
|||
|
Going to pray all night
|
|||
|
Going to chant all day
|
|||
|
'Til he rises from the ocean floor
|
|||
|
Then we will run away!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Words copyright Kay Shapero 1990
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
That's all for this issue, folks! See ya next time!
|
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|
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