The Drunken Baby’s Lullaby

TTTO Mockingbird/Hush Little Baby (trad)
Lyrics by Rob Wynne & TJ Burnside Clapp
2016

Hush little baby, don’t you fear

Mama’s gonna buy you a nice cold beer

And if that beer don’t taste so fine

Mama’s gonna pour you a glass of wine

And if that wine’s a bit too dry

Mama’s gonna mix you a tall Mai Tai

And if that Mai Tai mix runs out

Mama’s gonna bring you a Guinness Stout

And if that Stout should make you fret

Mama’s gonna make you a gin gimlet

And if that gimlet glass gets broke

Mama’s gonna mix you a rum and coke

And if that rum and coke lacks power

Mama’s gonna bring you a whiskey sour

And if that whiskey sour’s too sweet

Mama’s gonna pour you a bourbon, neat

And if that bourbon makes you wail

Mama’s gonna mix you a rusty nail

And if you still won’t sleep after all of these

Someone mix mama up a double, please!

This was a lovely bit of comment improv between TJ and myself, prompted by a photo her husband Mitchell posted on her FB wall back in 2016:

I started it off, and we just traded back and forth until there was a whole song.

This song pairs well with “Don’t Cry, My Dear, Have a Cracker”.

Some Assembly Required
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Maria” by Stephen Sondheim and Leonard Bernstein

IKEA

I just bought a book from IKEA

And the component parts just to make up a single word

IKEA, IKEA, IKEA, IKEA

IKEA!
I’ve just bought a book from IKEA

And assembling that text

Will find me rather vexed

and sad

IKEA

Shout out loud, find there’s a piece missing

Mutter soft, and you’re cursing and hissing

IKEA

I’ll never again buy IKEA

The most obnoxious book I’ll never read

IKEA

This was an insta inspired by this meme picture. Everytime I saw it, I got the song in my head, so I jotted it down. 🙂

Walrus Matilda
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Waltzing Matilda” by Banjo Paterson

I am he as you are he, you are me and we are we
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly and take a look at how I cry
Then go a-walrus matilda with me

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody day
Man you’ve been a naughty boy, you have let your face grow long
So come a-walrus matilda with me

I am the egg man, I am the egg man
I am the Walrus, goo-goo-ca-choo
And we are in the garden, waiting for the sun to come
Who’ll come a-walrus matilda with me?

Mister City policemen, sitting in a pretty row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they fly and take a look at how I cry
Then come a-walrus matilda with me

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye
Pornographic priestess, crabalocker wife
Boy you’ve been a naughty girl, you have let your knickers down
So come a-walrus Matilda with me

I am the egg man, I am the egg man
I am the Walrus, goo-goo-ca-choo
And we are in the garden, tanning in the English rain
Who’ll come a-walrus matilda with me?

I’m an expert texpert, I’m a choking smoker too
Don’t you know the joker is laughing at you
See how the pigs smile, take a look at how I cry
Then come a-walrus matilda with me

Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin, hare krishna song
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
So come a-walrus matilda with me

I am the egg man, I am the egg man
I am the Walrus, goo-goo-ca-choo
Everybody’s got one, stick it up your jumper, love
Who’ll come a-walrus matilda with me?

I am the egg man, I am the egg man
I am the Walrus, goo-goo-ca-choo
You can still hear Paul’s ghost, as he says to the carpenter
Who’ll come a-walrus matilda with me?

A bit of silly mashup inspired by a conversation on #filkhaven this morning.

Quarantine
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Closing Time” by Semisonic

[Verse 1]
Quarantine
Close up all the doors and don’t go out onto the street
Quarantine
Turn all of the lights out and stay under your blanket and sheet
Quarantine
Sitting on the sofa watching TV and drinking beer
Quarantine
You don’t have to stay home but you can’t come here

[Chorus]
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
Please stay home…

[Verse 2]
Quarantine
Time for you to stay there in the places you already are
Quarantine
There’s nowhere to go, ’cause they closed every café and bar
So just take off your jackets, put them in the closet
I hope you at least have a friend
Quarantine
Please stay safe until they say the outside is safe once again.

[Chorus]
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
Please stay home…

{Bridge]
Quarantine
Time for you to stay there in the places you already are

{Chorus]
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
Please stay home…
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
I wish everyone would stay at home
Please stay home…

[Outro]
Quarantine
Please stay safe until they say the outside is safe once again.

I have to thank Trace Hagemann for being my muse and inspiring this! He posted a link to Semisonic’s “Closing Time” and said it was his quarantine music for the evening, and this formed in my brain. I guess I’ve now written my pandemic song.

TTTO: “Dust In The Wind” by Kansas

I hold my fire
Only for a moment, then the moment’s gone
Tank builds threat
Misdirect three shots, turn growl off on my pet
Manage your threat
DPS must manage its threat

Healers scream
Suddenly the boss is running after me
Quick, feign death!
Tanks desperately taunt while it is running free
Manage your threat
DPS must manage its threat

Don’t pull aggro
One eye on the meter — not the damage one
When you’re high
Find a way to dump threat or you’re going to die
Manage your threat
DPS must manage its threat

This is a bit of fluff I wrote in 2009, after a night of raiding in World of Warcraft. I only ever shared it with Steve Shortino and Erica Neely, who were on my team at the time, and then forgot about it. I’ve written another filk about WoW to this same tune that I think is better, but I’ll include this one for the sake of completion.

How to Unwind At The End Of The Day
by Rob Wynne

I’ve got bills to pay
And I work hard all day
Man, being an adult is boring
So when I get home
I turn off the phone
And let my mind go out exploring

I hold on to hope
I don’t like to mope
But being mature is a pipe dream
But one thing is sure
To hold my allure
And sometimes I have it with ice cream

Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

A light flakey crust
Fresh fruit is a must
You know stuff out of cans is just cheating
It’s all kicked up a notch
By a bottle of scotch
My cares are already retreating

Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

Now some people say
This isn’t the way
To deal with my daily frustrations
I don’t really care
If the checkout girl stares
As I purchase a week’s allocation

Of Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
Whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie
My, oh my, it’s whiskey and pie

I wrote this three years ago for my friend Phoebe, and even got so far as setting a bit of a tune to it, which I vaguely remember and will probably recreate once I’m sitting near a guitar. Anyway, it’s a bouncy, fun little song, and I wanted to make sure it got put over here into my songbook.

THE LAST DRUMMER BOY CHRISTMAS

by Rob Wynne

TTTO: The Little Drummer Boy (Katherine Kennicott Davis) / Peace On Earth (Ian Fraser, Larry Grossman, and Alan Kohan)

Just last Christmas
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I gave my heart to you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
But the very next day
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
You gave my heart away
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

This year I will not make
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
The very same mistake
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
To save me from my tears
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I’ll be more wise this year
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

Once bitten and twice shy
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I stay away from you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
but still you catch my eye
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
Do you still recognize?
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

Well now it’s been a year
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I’m not surprised, I fear
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I wrapped my heart for you
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
I meant my “I love you”
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

And now I know for sure
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
That I was quite a fool
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
but if you kissed me now
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
My heart would still unspool
pa-rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum
rum-pa-pa-pum

[Peace On Earth Interweave]
A lover’s face, a fiery heart
(Just last Christmas pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I hid but you tore me apart
(I gave my heart to you pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
But now I’ve found a real love
(But the very next day pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I’ve found love, and you will not fool
(You gave my heart away pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Will not fool. not fool me again
(rum-pa-pa-pum, rum-pa-pa-pum)
A real love
(This year I won’t give pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
can it be?
(you my heart)

Everyone must be made aware
Not to place hearts into your care
I care enough for my fellow man
To give all the warning I can

Now my new love will be true
(This year I will not make pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
She won’t hurt me just like you
(The very same mistake pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
I gave my heart to someone
(To save me from my tears pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
Someone who I know will not hurt
(I’ll be more wise this year pa-rum-pa-pa-pum)
will not hurt, not hurt me again
(rum-pa-pa-pum rum-pa-pa-pum)
A real love
(Me and my heart)
Can it be?
Can it be?

I first heard about The Little Drummer Boy challenge a few years ago. The idea was that you had to see how long you could go in December without hearing “The Little Drummer Boy”, and if you made it to Christmas Day without hearing it, you won.
In 2017, some enterprising folks decided to up the ante, by creating “Whamageddon”, which is the same game, except in this one you have to make it to Christmas Day without having heard Wham’s 1984 hit “Last Christmas”.
I didn’t make it on “The Little Drummer Boy”, thanks to a friend linking me to a skit featuring it, but I made it to Christmas Day without hearing “Last Christmas”, so….yay?
Anyway, I’ve certainly spent more time this year THINKING about “Last Christmas” than I might otherwise, and, well, my brain is a strange place.

Redshirt
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: "Blackbird" by Paul McCartney and John Lennon

Redshirt beaming down to planetside
Doesn't have a name to know him by
That poor guy
He will only be here 'til somebody has to die

Redshirt beaming down to planetside

It don't matter what steps that you take

It's for sure

You will not survive beyond the first commercial break

Redshirts die, Redshirts die

On every world that we're stopping by...

Redshirts die, Redshirts die

On every world that we're stopping by...

Redshirt beaming down to planetside

Doesn't have a name to know him by

That poor guy

He will only be here 'til somebody has to die

He will only be here 'til somebody has to die

I wrote this one a couple of months ago. My friend Marcos Duran had posted his filk about Star Trek redshirts (to the tune of "Roxanne", and the idea for this parody popped into my head.

Banhammer
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: "Sledgehammer" by Peter Gabriel

You could make a cat GIF
putting down somebody's race
You could post the president smiling
Hitler mustache on his face

All you do is post it
We'll remove it from the feed

You could be a big dick, yeah
Ranting up and down, all around the pool
You could be a bumbling jerk, bumbling
But that violates the rule!

I'm gonna swing...my banhammer
I will erase your fame
Oh, let me swing the banhammer
This will be my admin posting

If you want to spam us
Then we will send you on your way
Don't you try to spam us
Cause you know that just doesn't play

I'm gonna swing...my banhammer
I will erase your fame
Oh, let me swing the banhammer
This will be my admin posting
I'm your banhammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Ban.....ban....banhammer

I kicked the asshole (I kicked the asshole)
Banned his nick (Banned his nick)
This is the Tadpool (This is the Tadpool)
So don't be a dick (So please don't be a dick)
If your posts are nice (posts are nice)
We will like it twice (like it twice)
Post it nice, (post it nice) I will comment twice

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I sure like you
Only you
Gonna post the good stuff
Post, post all the good stuff yeah
I've been finding the funny
I've been finding the funny
Going read that good stuff, post for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been finding the funny
I've been finding the funny
It's what we're doing, doing
All day and night

I wrote this a while ago, but never got around to posting it in the songbook. The Tadpool is a social group that I co-moderate the Facebook group for; the first rule of the Tadpool is "Don't be a dick" (also known as "Wheaton's Law" -- see the PDX Broadsides' brilliant song of that same name for more on this.)

Way back in the wild west days of the Internet, there was a chatroom for filkers called #filkhaven. It was originally established by Debbie Ohi on a web-to-IRC service called TalkCity, and a couple of years later, when TC because an ad-glutted annoyance, Mike Whitaker and I founded FilkNet to take it private.

That version of #filkhaven still exists, but it's been a pretty quiet place for a long time. I've tried a couple of times to lure people to it again, but it seems that people have had trouble getting software to work and connected to it.

Lately, I've been hanging out on a Discord chat set up by a gaming friend, and I noted how much that felt what I liked about our old chat hub. So I decided to create a new iteration of the room there.

To log in is simple. Go to the link below, create a free account, and...that's it. There is a downloadable client, if you want, or you can just use the web-based application, which works just fine. (And there's mobile platform support as well.)

Hope to see some of you there!

https://discord.gg/x2qFU7E

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Location: Seattle

I Know It When I See It
By Rob Wynne
Tune: "All About That Bass" by Meghan Trainor

Because I'm all about that text,
'Bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text...

You know it's pretty clear, this film ain't subtle
You know why you're here, there can be no rebuttal
'Cause we've got that boom boom that all the folks craved
All the right smut and it is quite depraved

I see the movie scenes working that misdirect
But I do not know why
They're all so circumspect
If you like sexy sexy, get what you want
Cause every scene is about sex
And we are very nonchalant

Yeah, Aunt Hortence, she told me don't worry about the plot
Because folks only watch this for one thing and you know what
You know it won't be PG rated, family-friendly fare
But if you want the good stuff
Then go ahead and take the dare

Because I'm all about that text,
'Bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text...

It's full of nudity
But only for the social comment'ry
No, I'm just playing, I know you think it's smut
But I'm here to tell you
Every scene is full of sex and we are very nonchalant

Yes, Aunt Hortence, she told me don't worry about the plot
Because folks only watch this for one thing and you know what
You know it won't be PG rated, family-friendly fare
But if you want the good stuff
Then go ahead and take the dare

Because I'm all about that text,
'Bout that text, no subtext
Because I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
Because I'm all about that text, 'bout that text, no subtext
I'm all about that text, 'bout that text...

Inspired by a comment made by Aahz Caller, as we discussed whether "Lesbian Farm Invaders" was the sort of film one watched for the subtext, which was itself in a thread about a recent news report that Rush Limbaugh was warning that federally paid lesbian farmers might soon invade your town, becuase boy howdy this year's news has been hella weird.

Meet The Hipsters
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: "Theme From The Flintstones"

Hipsters, meet the Hipsters
They're a modern vintage family
From the streets of Brooklyn
They go on a thrift store shopping spree

Hear their...records (vinyl is preferred)
Bands of whom you'll never once have heard

When you're with the Hipsters
You'll have a before it was cool time
A real old school time
You'll have a new old time!

For the record, I have nothing against hipsters. But someone posted this photo, and this just...came out.

Rhymes of Fashion
by Rob Wynne and Jeff Williams
TTTO: "We Will Rock You" by Queen

Buddy you're a hard shoe, cheap shoe,
Plastic on your feet so you stomp in the puddles, yeah
You got mud on your strap, you piece of crap
But you sell because you're cheaper than an iPhone app

We will, we will CROC YOU!(Wear it, uh...)
We will, we will CROC YOU!

Buddy you're an apron, draped on,
Hang down to your knees so you don't get the stain on you
You got paint in your hair, but you don't care
Cuz you know it won't get on your clothes under there

We will, we will SMOCK YOU
We will, we will SMOCK YOU

Buddy, you're a cheap robe, wardrobe
Fitting for a priest or a monk from the Middle Age
You got rope for a belt
Never look svelte
Even when you're made from furry animal pelts

We will, we will FROCK YOU
We will, we will FROCK YOU

This is the sort of thing that happens when Jeff Williams and I get bored in chat...

He's Right Behind You
by Rob Wynne
(TTTO: "Theme From Spider-Man (1967)")

Slender man, Slender man
Faceless dude with a snow white tan
In the woods, late at night
Suddenly, you die of fright
Look out, here comes the slender man

Is he real? Listen guy
He's a thing, but we don't know why
Shadows lurk, noises sound
Once you're lost, you can't be found
Beware, here comes the slender man

When the moon is clear
And you're losing your mind
Like a ghost of fear
He appears close behind

Slender man, slender man
Creepy neighbourhood slender man
All your locks he's ignored
One thing's sure, you won't be bored

Look out! Life is a thing that's ending
Your psyche won't be mending
You met the slender maaaaaaaan

My brain. Sometimes I just don't know. This popped into my head nearly completely formed shortly after listening to the episode of Tom Merritt and Molly Wood's excellent podcast 'It's A Thing' which featured the Slender Man phenomenon.

Look Upon My Gear, Ye Mighty, And Repair
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas

My warlock casts
Conjure up a demon from the fiery depths
The spell falls flat
My spec is gone, and everything I learned is wrong
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

Once we strode
Like giants through the endgame, doing mighty deeds
But glory fades
Your grand achievements now just curiosities
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

Game moves on
Level cap increases, once again we grind
New quests call
And all your epics won't another level buy
Bits in the code
All we are is bits in the code

This morning (28 December 2012) in the Tadpool, discussing the current WoW expansion and whether it was worth coming back to, Cory Latham made a comment about having too much time invested in his characters to roll new ones, and Christopher Dunn quipped that all that was meaningless, only the current expansion matters. And that got my filker brain working and this came out.

There have been two more World of Warcraft expansions that have come out since I wrote this, and it's still true, which hasn't always been true of my WoW filks :)

Undead Cat
Lyrics by Rob Wynne
(TTTO: "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel)

Undead cat
It's not living now, and that is that
But somehow it still can move around
No you're never gonna keep it down

You'd better run from the undead cat
You won't win if you get in a spat
And if the sight of it should give you pause
You're gonna die by its undead claws
And drooling maw

And when you see where it is
It's too lay-ay-ate
And when you wake up
You make up its play-ay-ate

You'll see that you now are dead
Your poor sod
You've been fed to the undead cat
And your flesh has made it sleek and fat
And when it's tired of its catnip toys
It will go hunting for more girls and boys
Because they're moist

Undead cat
In Spanish, viviendo muerto gat-
O, maybe someday when you're on your own
Out in the woods, you hear a yowling moan
Won't make it home

And where it's stalking
You'll find you're its prey-ay-ay
There's no use talking
Unless it's to pray-ay-ay

You'll see that you now are dead
Your poor sod
You'd should've fled from the undead cat
You won't win if you get in a spat
And if the sight of it should give you pause
You're gonna die by its undead claws
And drooling maw

My brain and welcome to it. (Sincere apologies to Billy Joel, and anyone with the slightest amount of taste)

Sour Grapes
(or, Reflections on George Lucas's comments about the new Star Wars film)
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: "Send in the Clowns" by Stephen Sondheim

Doesn't it suck?
Don't you agree
This film that everyone's praising
Wasn't by me
Send in the clones.

Isn't it sick?
Isn't it sad?
Everyone loves this new Star Wars
It makes me mad.
Where are the clones?
Send in the clones

Just when I'd stopped
changing the score
Finally selling
the rights for billions more
Walking the carpet again
With my usual strut
Sure of my place
No one asks, but...

What have I wrought?
Jar Jar was panned
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my fans
But where are the clones?
Quick, send in the clones!
Don't bother, new plans

Aren't I rich?
Is that not enough?
Seeing that Abrams succeeded
where I failed is rough
And where are the clones?
There ought to be clones?
Well, maybe next film...

Pass the Sage
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Turn the Page” by Bob Seger

In a spacious TV studio, east of Tokyo
You can listen to the sous chefs as they scurry to and fro
And you wonder if tonight you’ll make an ice cream out of roe

And your thoughts will soon be focused on your culinary lore
When the chairman calls the challenger to step out on the floor
And you wonder if this night will be just like the nights before

Oh, here I am, stirring the wok again
There I am, watching the gauge
Here I go….racing the clock again
There I go…pass the sage

You walk into the stadium, and you stand upon the height
And you feel his eyes upon you, as he chooses you to fight
And another kitchen battle’s on; What will we cook tonight?

Sometimes you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can
All those same old clichés: is that pudding, or a flan?
And you’re almost out of flour, but still you make it stand

Oh, here I am….Stirring the wok again
There I am, watching the gauge
Here I go….racing the clock again
There I go…pass the sage

From the moment that the grill is fired until the plates are served
All your skills and your talents are a legacy preserved
You cook to prove your iron reputation is deserved

Later, when the tastings done, and the compliments are shared
The chairman counts the ballot and the victor is declared
You know another challenge waits, and you will be prepared

Oh, here I am….Stirring the wok again
There I am, watching the gauge
Here I go….racing the clock again
There I go…there I go…

One new song debuted in my Orycon set in 2015. I actually wrote this a while ago, but decided not to post it until after I’d sung it in the wild somewhere, and that was the first time I had the chance.

Many people have written Iron Chef songs. This one is mine.

The Shining Wit
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Act Naturally” by Johnny Russell and Voni Morrison

I’m gonna get myself a girlfriend
I’m gonna go make all these women see
That I’m a man who knows how to explain things
And all I gotta says is “Well, actually…”

I promise you that I know all about it
I’m quite an expert, you can surely tell
Don’t worry your pretty head about it
'Cause I will make it simple as well

I know you’ll nod and see that I am right, here.
And jump into my arms and softly squee
You’ll fall for me the moment that I step up
To interrupt you, saying, “Well, actually…”

Yet somehow I wind sad and lonely
It makes me so mad; I just cannot see
I know that I did nothing to deserve this
The only thing I said was “Well, actually…”

I promise you that I know all about it
I’m quite an expert, you can surely tell
Don’t worry your pretty head about it
'Cause I will make it simple as well

I guess that she was just another hater
But I will get a girl eventually
She will not be able to resist me
When I interrupt her saying “Well, actually…”

Many thanks to Twitter user David Ballard (@dvdbllrd) for the inspiration for this.

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: The Beatles - Act Naturally

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We strongly encourage you to copy & distribute this ballot as widely as possible within the filk community. You do not need to be a member of the convention to vote.

Eligibility: If a song has won a Pegasus in the past, it is not eligible for Nomination. Writer/Composers and Performers who won in 2009 – 2013 are not eligible in the same category in 2014. See the current Winners List for non-eligible songs. See The Rules for more details on eligibility requirements. Send mail to pegasus at ovff.org if you have any questions.

Please keep in mind that the Pegasus Awards are for excellence in Filking, not in music in general, or even funny music in general. Nominated songs should be part, one way or another, of the music of the filk community, and for “Best Performer” and “Best Composer”, people you nominate should be participating members of the filk community.

Thank you for your participation!!

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