Whatever You Call It

MIDI


This instafilk was provoked by the question "What is filk anyway?"

I sing of leaves, of leaves of gold
And dragons breathe fire and fly
And then I sing of Schroedinger's cat
And spaceships drop out of the sky.
If you sing of dinosaurs, shuttles, or star-trek
Unicorns, faeries and all of that ilk.
Then will you, or nil you, whatever you call it,
We'll say that you're singing filk.

We stole us a tune, that "Puff" dragon's tune
And sing about Smaug in his place
And there pretty much isn't an old sailor shanty
We can't quickly launch into space
If you sing of internet, witches, or novels
With a stolen tune, it's ratings to milk.
Then will you, or nil you, whatever you call it,
We'll say that you're singing filk.
[spoken] Well, "found filk."

We also stole Kipling, his works in entire,
To set them to music, and sing
If you are poetic, when your rights expire
You'll join him, and us, in our ring
If you write of history, wars and contentions
And your vision is grand and your scansion like silk.
Then will you, or nil you, when you're dead and gone,
We will sing you, and claim that it's filk.

Copyright © 1996 Michelle Bottorff



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