Threadfall in Telgar
(Tune: "Snowin' in Brooklyn" by Ferron)
I thank you your letters though they come to me slowly
I hear the planet's in a panic with it's first fall of thread
I want to answer you quickly having read you again
'Cause it sounds like you're dodging your watch-wher's best friend
It won't pay you to think that the weyr caused the fall
Your dragons have their life cycle, some shots you can't call
But you sound like you whip yourself, you sound like you hurt
How long do you plan to sweat it in that itchy scaleshirt?
It'll be hotter than Southron if you don't go "Between"
But I hear if you know where the grubs are, you can beat half of the scene.
So don't mind, but I called Chanur, and she'd glad to take you in
You're thirty years old; admit Prides always win
And it's everyone's secret and muttered refrain
That for all of our dragons, for all of our dragons
For all of our dragons, we in trouble again.
Written 1993 by Gerald Bliss (4/7).
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