Since
Pippin can't be with us toDay, I'd like to stand in for him with one of his favourite songs (slightly modified):
Sing hey! for the lynch at close of day
that carries the foolish ordos away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Villagers' blood is a tasty thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is villagers' blood that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
But better is Blood, if drink we lack,
yes villagers' blood poured down the back.
O! Blood is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain red beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Blood with my feet!
Dine well, my pack mate!
