Tag: Sci-Fi

Talk in Nac Mac Feegle,
An’ spread it all ’round.
Everyone just drink and party,
An’ be really loud.

That’s Nac Mac Feegle, ye ken,
An’ there be no doubt about it,
Ye’d ken one anywhere,
(They’re blue and small and about 6 inches tall.)

Don’ knock yer head on a Feegle’s,
(It will really hurt,)
Even though he’s tiny,
Wait until ye’v had a growth spurt.

In the dead king’s burial mound,
‘Tis where the Feegles build their town.
If ye want to visit them, don’t,
Because they’ll call ye a scunner.

Once there was a language called Zoish,

The best of them all.

It was just an improvement of English,

But it was still the best of them all.

They were long lost words,

The oldest of them all.

When everyone had herds,

The biggest of them all.

Here is glass,

Here’s a clear plastic curtain.

Both translucent,

I’m very certain.

Why are you here?

Ahh, now I see.