FAIRIES.
Wee Fairies have nary half penny to spend,
And we have not a farthing put by.
But ours is a dower of plumage and flower
And ours is the earth and the sky
And though you should live in fine palace of gold.
Or sleep in a moldy old ditch.
You could never be poor as wee fairies are
And never ever so rich.
We play through the night moonbeams our delight
And rest through the bright of the day.
We dance in the circles of anciant grey stones,
And sing with the great Milky Way.
And though you be happy and briming with mirth,
Or sad and tearfull of eye.
You could never be daft as we Fairies are,
And never ever so wise
Since ever and ever the world began.
We have danced like a ribbon of flame.
We have sung our song through long centuries long.
And yet it is never the same.
And though you be foolish or thoughtfull and wise.
With hair black silver or gold.
You could never be young as wee Fairies are,
And never ever so old.
A WIZARDS STAFF(has a knob on the end)
Be carefull at night but do not take fright,
When down at the old "Broken Drum"
If you see a gnome or elfs far from home,
Or Fairies just out on the bum.
But do be aware if you meet the stare
Of drunk wizard out for the night.
With wizards about, indulgent and stout,
You better be fast to take flight,
COZZZZZZZZZ
A wizards staff has a knob on the end
A knob on the end, a knob on the end.
A wizards staff has a knob on the end.
And some times at night it glows !!!!!!!
All wizards are cursed to be most averced,
To all things dayly and normal.
So during beer night ,when their Magus tight,
Their apt to act quite informal.
With way to much Gin,their malisious grin,
Would make a shapeshifter take pause.
When wizards want fun, no help from a gun,
Get out of there quick just Because !!!
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Its not that their bad, their mostly quite mad,
But look like they have dose of mange.
Their terribly vexed in their quest for sex
And behave with actions all strange.
Their fancy in tarts is of forign parts
But their gaushe in the ways of love.
When their full of beer and have carnal lear,
Its best to be out from above.
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The old ones are the worst for their truly verced,
In perversions banned by the law.
Their interest in vice is not very nice.
(Brings tears to the eyes of a whore)
They place reliance on sex and science
With rituals dark to behold.
Virgins plus pigions is their religion
When they come back stiff from the cold.........
THE HEADGHOG SONG.
Every creature has its worries and all Om`s creatures have deep fear.
That theres something close behind it that could bring it near to tears.
Out on the plains of Africa where distance makes everything clear.
Even enormous Elephants keep a sharp watch to their rear.
Royalty has no protection even though the Lion be fierce.
For even its regal defences can be so easily pierced.
YES even the king of the jungle is oppressed and subject to rule.
Coz only the lonly headgehog, can never be buggered at all.
Chorus.
Ohhh !! The headghog has mastered a trick.
And has raised a thicket of pricks.
To prove its protection is best.
"Porcupino Nil Sodomy Est "
Up high in the Ramtop mountains,or down near the oceans deep floor.
Creatures keep watch behind them,its better than being gored.
In the hot sands of Sahara or out on the Klatchian plain.
All of Om`s four footed creatures are worried along the same vain.
Even the Rhino`s susceptable, not tough if you use a tool,
And giraffs quite accesable if you but stand on a stool.
A Yeti`s not Abominable as long as you keep him cool.
And slippery slithery seals.Providing you stay on the ball.
You can even breech Hyina`s as long as you laugh like a fool.
Coz only the lonly headgehog can never be buggered at all.
Chorus.
Ohhh !! the headgehog has mastered a trick
And raised a thicket of pricks.
To prove its protection is best.
"Porcupino Nil Sodomy Est"
E.L.Fs......................................
Do you remember the Elfs of old.
In days gone by when knights were bold.
It seems that they have come again,
With Green intent that they make plain.
With dark they come on moonless night,
With goggle eyes that give full sight.
Old mullti ragged cloths they wear.
With balaclavas over hair.
Through forest shadows do they flit
With arson tools and cyber kit.
At task to keep the forest free,
From explotations tyranny.
They come, they go and leave no trace.
They flit and fly from the thin place.
No evidence is left behind,
But smokeing hole for FEDs to find.
Earth Liberation Front be they,
Who gird their loins to enter fray
They come with fire, through the night.
To burn up wrong and set alight.
RETURN.
Let me return to the Emerald Isle,
To the bonny lochs and misty glens.
Back to the land of the dream green mile,
To the peace of the ferns and mossy fens.
Let me return to the purple heather,
To the soft moontides and circled stones.
Back to the earth of my ancstors.
to the ground of the roots from which I`d grown.
Let me return to the lonly mountains
To the craggy gorge and peaks so tall.
Back to the land of clear spring fountains,
To the peace of the pools and crystal falls.
Let me return to the flowing rivers,
Of the far filled fields of golden grain.
Back to the land of sunshine slivers,
To the awe of the cloudbursts molten rain.
