Mary Shelley, HG Wells, people meeting at hotels Rudyard Kipling, people singing ditties at the bar Gilbert, Sullivan, rounds of Young Man Mulligan Poul and Karen Anderson, songs in Key of R
Martha Keller, Tolkein, songs of worlds as yet unseen TH White’s Arthurians, Frederick Pohl’s Futurians Tom Lehrer, Mondegreens, Slan Shacks, fanzines Music circles, Reprints, Jacobs has a misprint!
We shouted “MacIntyre!” It’s our cry of battle for the Old Dun Cattle We shouted “MacIntyre!” And we haven’t parted since the circle started
Amazing Stories Annuals, Pelz’s Filksong Manuals Dr. Demento tunes, Callahan’s Crosstime Saloons Hope Eyrie, Leslie Fish, bounced potatoes off the dish Robert Aspirin, Gwen Zak, Dawson’s Christian, Captain Jack
Off Centaur, Teri Lee, making love in zero-G Filthy Pierre, Longcor, black market Tullamore Juanita Coulson, Red Lions, badges marked with Dandelions Dorsai have a Fan Club! Jello in the bathtub!
Don’t set the cat on fire It will only fight it if you try to light it Don’t set the cat on fire And we haven’t parted since the circle started
Peter Beagle, Consonance, chili cursed with sentience HOPSFA, NESFA, ConChord, and the Pegasus Award PFNEN, Ose, Amway, Talk Like a Pirate Day Dandelion Digitals, Julia Ecklar and the gulls
Bob Laurent, Asimov, Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff Rocky Horror Muppet Shows, Frank Hayes feeling indisposed Bill Sutton DIY, Marischiello goodbye Challenger! Final tour! What else must we all endure?
We saw the sky on fire While the world was staring, we were Jordin Karing We saw the sky on fire And we haven’t parted since the circle started
Kathy Mar, Next Gen, Tullamore is back again Steve Macdonald, Elfquest, Interfilk funds a guest Tom Smith, 307 Ale, Lee Gold, Heather Dale Phoenyx, Keepers of the Flame, Filkontario’s Hall of Fame
Echo’s Children, Bab-5, need a fool to feed the drive Hamlet done by John Woo, Marilisa Valtazanou GaFilk, Urban Tapestry, lives rich in fantasy Airwalls down at Orycon! Firebells at Baycon!
We didn’t start a fire We were all but deafened, and began Kanefin’ We didn’t start a fire And we haven’t parted since the circle started
Blake Hodgetts, Proteins, Vixy, Tony, Thirteen Stone Dragons, Moxie, Zander, Heather into Alexander Bill and Gretchen, dead mouse, alligators in the house ConFlikt, Judi Filksign, Tragedy at East Hill Mine
Mary Crowell, Faerieworlds, brony boys and Wicked Girls Britain’s Talis Kimberly, Seanan’s Kellis-Amberlee Doubleclicks! Browncoats! Cats! FuMP! Toy Boat! Release the Cello! Sasquon! Thor! Pass another Tullamore!
We didn’t start the choir It’s been so cathartic for the longest bardic We didn’t start the choir But when our turns have gone, it will still go on and on until the dawn…
The date you picked to celebrate your union turned out to be a perfect one, cool fresh air from the country and the warmth of the Sun of early October. Newt and Jacob were outside making some company to Tom who was smoking a cigarette in the meantime you arrived. “Tomas…” Newt broke the silence as he cracked his knuckles, trying to ease his nerves. “Do you remember the day you knew you fell in love with Sybil?” “oh….absolutely.” He paused as he let the smoke of his cigarette vanish into the air. “She had bought this crazy dress and modeled it in front of her family. Lady Violet nearly suffers a stroke.” The three men laughed. “What did the dress look like?” Jacob looked at Tom. “It was like a dress,” the smoke came out chopped from his mouth, “but it wasn’t a dress…more like a pair of pants, made out of teal and green satin.” “She sounds like a bold woman, Tom.” Jacob exclaimed. “Like you don’t have any idea.” He dragged the last of his cigarette and threw away the rest. “Tell me now, Newt, how did you know you fell in love with Y/N?” Newt smiled naturally, thinking of you gave him that kind of reaction. “We were together at Hogwarts, one day she stayed for the class of caring of Magical creatures and I was there feeding the thestrals, when she came with a notebook. She looked so adorable. Her H/C hair waved with the wind and it smelled like fresh apples. I came close and told her…” He paused the story when his eyes spotted the copper brown hair of two people he knew very well: his cousin Gerard and his mother, Aunt Agather, a short lady with a long face and white teal eyes, like those of a vulture. From all the members of his family opposing to their marraige, these two were a true pain in the ass. Jacob and Tom looked back and knew this was going to be awkward. Newt walked a few steps ahead and reached them before coming any closer to his friends.