Parody of “The Dark is Rising”, words by
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Parody of “The Dark is Rising”, words by Susan Cooper , music by Julia Ecklar
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Brian from the butcher shop, clean now of gore.
Patrick from the bakery, apprentice nevermore.
Johnny from the candlery. Water from the lake.
These three men now share a bond that none can ever break.
Beans to sow in fallow ground to find the harp of gold!
Crumbs to scatter on the track before the trail grows cold!
Hear within the sea shell she who sighs beside the sea.
Use them well to hunt the bird, the partidge in the tree.
On the Day of the Dead, on the Night of Tricks,
Free the woman from the pumpkin while her husband peppers picks.
The wolf who slew the shepherd boy shall leave the piper dead,
And his pickle field grow cockle shells and maidens in their stead.
Where the castle of Katella stands, the sleeping maidens lie!
Where dwarves and rodents roam the streets, and wicked sisters spy!
The one glass shoe of magic soon will bind the hearts of men,
And the street shall see the pumpkin drawn by rodents once again.
The dish is first to leave them, into space and underground.
The silverware shall follow, while the old man’s snoring sound.
When spiders curdle cow’s milk by descending from the shelves,
The lost sheep shear their fleece so black, and count the bags themselves.
When a cat can scratch its own entrails, the courtly ways to learn,
The dog will laugh to see such sport, while aphid lions burn!
The spider builds its parlor in the water spout so tall,
And the cow must tread the lunar dust before the rain can fall.