Post by Kris on Dec 26, 2008 2:26:54 GMT -5
(I don't have a real tune that this is filked to. One of these days, I'll have to try to write out the actual music!
The CONVicts of Sable Weyr were a group of weyrlings who Impressed a clutch sired by Koroth, acknowledged as the most obnoxious bronze on Pern. The weyrlings named themselves the "Clutch Of Numerous Virtues"; someone else appended the -icts suffix, and the nickname stuck.)
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
We drink when we are able
We all Impressed at Sable Weyr
Our clutch is quite beyond compare
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
It’s clear we’re all unstable
Our jackets lace up in the back
And the Healer swears we all have cracked
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
And the Weyrleader’s li-able
For all the damage that we do
In case you think you’d like to sue
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
You’ll find us under tables
It isn’t that we like it there
It’s just that we’re too drunk to care
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
Our debts are unpay-able
We sold the Weyrwoman for dough
So we could—here she comes, let’s GO!
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
And our wit is demonstrable
By the ballad that we’re singing here
So let’s get up and give three cheers
For our delinquent, degenerate peers—
We’re the CONVicts of Saaaaa-blllllle!!
The CONVicts of Sable Weyr were a group of weyrlings who Impressed a clutch sired by Koroth, acknowledged as the most obnoxious bronze on Pern. The weyrlings named themselves the "Clutch Of Numerous Virtues"; someone else appended the -icts suffix, and the nickname stuck.)
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
We drink when we are able
We all Impressed at Sable Weyr
Our clutch is quite beyond compare
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
It’s clear we’re all unstable
Our jackets lace up in the back
And the Healer swears we all have cracked
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
And the Weyrleader’s li-able
For all the damage that we do
In case you think you’d like to sue
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
You’ll find us under tables
It isn’t that we like it there
It’s just that we’re too drunk to care
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
Our debts are unpay-able
We sold the Weyrwoman for dough
So we could—here she comes, let’s GO!
We’re the CONVicts of Sable
And our wit is demonstrable
By the ballad that we’re singing here
So let’s get up and give three cheers
For our delinquent, degenerate peers—
We’re the CONVicts of Saaaaa-blllllle!!
