Parody of “The Firebird”, words by
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This parody was sung on Manifilk Destiny
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Parody of “The Firebird”, words by Mercedes Lackey , music by Kathy Mar
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After Firebird by Mercedes Lackey to tune by Kathy Mar
|ner of the attic Brundle built it.|
|ter through the cables on the floor;|
|iant but eccentric young inventor|
|Trek ev’ry week since he was four.|
|the thing before he’d got the bugs out,|
|porter got its signals crossed.|
|the whole week sulking in the attic|
|ing of the good looks he had lost.|
a human, half a fly,
like wires growing long,
like maggots crawling by,
ed by his own machine,
hold pest with human genes,
ed by what was never clean:
When his girlfriend joked of calling in a SWAT team
To drag Brundle out for exercise and air,
Brundle turned his bug-eyed-monster gaze upon her,
And demanded that she squash him then and there.
So she threw the switch in mingled fear and loathing,
But he did not die at once when he’d been squished.
In her hand he left a single crimson eyeball,
She could hang upon her mantle if she wished.
In the corner of the garden Ronnie found it,
Where it struggled in a spider’s cunning net.
And she saw it had the body of a housefly,
With a human face she’d tried so to forget.
Then her hand fell on a cinder block that lay there
By the bench within the courtyard where she sat.
She ignored its squeaky pleas that she release it,
And with one blow squashed it and the spider flat.
So that spelled the end of both the mad inventor
And the insect that had flown off with his genes.
But it serves him right for playing with his gadgets
When he should be cleaning house and mending screens.
But now Ronnie spends her nights in bitter longing,
In the cold and empty bedroom where she lies:
In a dark and hidden corner of her psyche,
She still yearns for one more chance to breed like flies ...