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We are the Tytlal Folk we
(Or: Oh gawd, the Tytlal have started reading Kipling.)
[From We are the Little Folk We]
Uplift so heavy she treads.
Always her logic doth call,
To our intellect, hearts or our heads;
Uplift never heeds when we bawl.
An intelligence rise—that is all,
And we gather behind you in hordes,
Tying shoelaces so you all fall,
With only our wits for our swords.
We are the Tytlal Folk—we!
No logic to make you all miffed.
Let us run wild and you’ll see
You're too stupid to see what we've
glyphed!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Mistletoe killing an oak—
Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
How they must love what they do!.
Yes—and we Tytlal Folk too,
We are busy as that—
Working our works in full view—
Look out for the mud in your hat!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know The Trickster that is.
Yes, and He guides us along,
To give you the worst of the biz!
We are insane just the same?
Yes, we have always been strange,
As in climbing on top of gas stoves,
To then say we've been riding the
range!
We are the Tytlal Folk—we!
So silly we're all reprobate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Minimalistic changes from the original Kipling.
Then again, troublemakers are troublemakers.
And if you say that the words do not rhyme,
And make you go all in a rage.
Well they did and they do and they will,
When you look at them there on
a page.
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