The catapult needs filling
orcs and mastadons need killing
but the munitions are all gone
and so we sing this song.
Oh, what will we put in the catapult?
it doesn't matter for the end result.
So go and get banana breads
old used shoes and severed heads
wheels of cheese that Airith sneezed on
sweaters with some Orenth fleas on
Frohmond's teeny man bikini
and a plate of old zuchini.
We'll fling them at the enemy
as we sing this melody.
Oh, what will we put in the catapult?
It doesn't matter for the end result.
We'll put some raisin cookies in
damaged bracers from the bin
Tib's discarded centaur apples
iron shields with broken buckles
Khensei's swept up furry sheddings
and leftover food from Kevon's wedding.
We'll fling them at the enemy
as we sing our melody.
Oh, what will we put in the catapult?
It doesn't matter for the end result.
So get some things to put in there
like Talarin's pink underwear,
a jumpsuit Nori doesn't like,
an unused rusty iron spike,
corpses of the Tringha huggers,
and severed fists of Xynin muggers.
You'll be happy with the end result
if that's what we put in the catapult.
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