what we have here is a failure to filk

(I'm not the only person whose mind did this, right? Right??)

Look out! Look out!
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
Here they come!
Boomety boomety

They're here and there
Pink oliphaunts everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're stomping around the field
Never yield
Doomety doomety

On a raid
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
What'll I do? What'll I do?
Eowyn can't cook a stew!

I can handle orcs that pounce
And look at Gondor getting trounced
But cotton-candy battle mounts
Is really too much for me

Now I am not the type to cry
When Sauron looks me in the eye
But seeing half the Shire die
Can really give you an awful fright
What a sight!

Chase 'em away, chase 'em away
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
Pink oliphaunts!
Pink oliphaunts!

what we have here is a failure to filk

(I'm not the only person whose mind did this, right? Right??)

Look out! Look out!
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
Here they come!
Boomety boomety

They're here and there
Pink oliphaunts everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're stomping around the field
Never yield
Doomety doomety

On a raid
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
What'll I do? What'll I do?
Eowyn can't cook a stew!

I can handle orcs that pounce
And look at Gondor getting trounced
But cotton-candy battle mounts
Is really too much for me

Now I am not the type to cry
When Sauron looks me in the eye
But seeing half the Shire die
Can really give you an awful fright
What a sight!

Chase 'em away, chase 'em away
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink oliphaunts on a raid
Pink oliphaunts!
Pink oliphaunts!

Byron skull goblet

Yeah. "Only" $300.

Start not - nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee; I died: let earth my bones resign: Fill up - thou canst not injure me; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. Better to hold the sparkling grape Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood, And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of gods than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, In aid of others' let me shine; And when, alas! our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? Quaff while thou canst; another race, When thou and thine like me are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace, And rhyme and revel with the dead. Why not -since through life's little day Our heads such sad effects produce? Redeemed from worms and wasting clay, This chance is theirs to be of use.

Byron skull goblet

Yeah. "Only" $300.

Start not - nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee; I died: let earth my bones resign: Fill up - thou canst not injure me; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. Better to hold the sparkling grape Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood, And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of gods than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, In aid of others' let me shine; And when, alas! our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? Quaff while thou canst; another race, When thou and thine like me are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace, And rhyme and revel with the dead. Why not -since through life's little day Our heads such sad effects produce? Redeemed from worms and wasting clay, This chance is theirs to be of use.