The Truth About Alert Solids

Parody of “Lammas Night”, words by Mercedes Lackey , music by Leslie Fish

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Parody lyrics ©1993-01-13 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

The winding road beneath my hooves led through a hollow, half concealed.
The sort of place where legends grow, I mused as I walked on.
I broke into a canter and the misty passage soon revealed
A sleepy little village; you could almost hear it yawn.

A wild beast of equine kind I was, just two years old or so.
The headman of the village came, and begged that I should stay.
For since my stallion died,  he said,
And why he died I do not know,
I have no way to ride to church, or haul my new-mown hay.

The offer was a tempting one:  a stable job all winter long.
I paused, then, to consider if I would say aye   or neigh;
Then realized who this headman was:  the foolish legend got it wrong.
This was the horseless headman, if I did not choose to stay.