Mark A. Mandel, © 2001
Ttto "Little Fuzzy Animals", Frank Hayes.
Can also be sung, without the repetitions, ttto Cat Faber's
"Acts
of Creation".
[Sing it all you want. All publication and commercial rights reserved.]
You can filk down in the filkroom, you can filk out in the hall,
You can filk in bed or in the park or in your shower stall.
But the one place in the world that filk won't stand or lie or sit
Is in little tiny pigeonholes that just don't fit!
There are little tiny pigeonholes,
Lit-tle rig-id pig-eon-holes,
Little tiny pigeonholes that just don't fit!
There is filk that sounds like folksong and is sung to strumming chords.
There is filk that's played in MIDI and that hasn't any words.
There is filk that's sung in harmony and filk that soars alone.
But the way that filk is always done is in our bones!
(Yes, the) way that filk is always done,
(The) way that filking must be done,
(The) way that filk is always done is in our bones!
We may sing of stars and spaceships or of dragons and of knights
Or of randy cats with pistols rolling seven-sided dice.
Or of history or science or the two of them combined
Or of any other topic that may come to mind.
We may sing of any topic,
Any random topic,
Any other topic that may come to mind.
It can stir your sense of wonder, it can stab you through with grief.
It can knock you down with laughter, it can sock you in the teeth.
We can argue what it is until we're red or green or blue,
But when filkers get together it's the thing we do!
Yes, when filkers get together,
Whenever we're together,
When filkers get together it's the thing we do!
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