What manner of fen are these who sing off key?
Not taught by any music schools
Not bound by rhymes and scansion rules
Just howling like a bunch of fools
They make hotel staff flee
What manner of fen are these who shriek and moan?
And when they try to sing on key
Their echoes rattle plaster free
And when they try to hit hi C
It shakes me to the bone
What manner of fen are these who sing of stars?
They sing of strange enchanted lands
First crafted by another's hands
Whole trilogies of magic stands
Confined in filk sings bars
What manner of fen are these I've come to know?
They spend their nights in endless sings
Their voices rise on wobbly wings
They're starting up a bardic ring
I think it's time to go
I think that I should go