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Inspired by the last filk, an irreverant piece of fluff. (If you are tempted
to respond with a discussion of the true meaning of awards again...don't!
Don't go there! Don't be that guy!)
My Lord, won't you give me
Letters after my name
My friends all have big scrolls
I have nothing to frame
I know this is make-believe
But I'm losing this game.
My Lord, won't you give me
Letters after my name
My Lord, won't you give me
A pretty green sash
My friends all have Laurels
For their puff and slash
Apprentice me, will you?
I'll pay you in cash.
My Lord, won't you give me
A pretty green sash.
My Lord, won't you win me
A shiny circlet
My friends all have tinhats
I'm beginning to sweat
Make me a royal
And I'll be in your debt
My Lord, won't you win me
A shiny circlet.
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