In the spirit of the
DROD Christmas songs that were written last year, I give you: a DROD song for Epiphany.
We three Aumtlich of the Empire do seem;
Bringing death we go where we deem;
City and Foundation, throughout Dugan's nation,
Guided by our Beam.
O Beam of power! Beam of light!
Beam that makes things run in fright!
Beam of stunning, sharp and cunning,
Shining through Tueno's night!
First Aumtlich:
Born was I in the Holding Vats,
For to kill those Smitemaster brats.
I met Beethro; he ran away to Heathrow
And all he could say was "
Drats!"
Second Aumtlich:
I met Tendry somewhere Beneath.
All he gave me was unending grief
About honour and glory -- so I cut off his story
And dined that night on roast beef.
Third Aumtlich:
Look for me when you enter a room.
When I'm there, it spells out your doom.
Call it arson? It saves you a parson;
The Adder shall be your tomb.
All together:
If you want a pleasant surprise,
Come to us and look in our eyes.
Alleluia, it's easy to fool you.
Now let's eat potato pies.
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50th Skywatcher
