An Ancient Song - Parody after Tolkien and Summer Is Icumen In
Saruman's a'coming in
Sauron sing cuccu!
Spurneth seed, and soweth weed,
Filth-felleth the woode nu -
where once Ent women grew -
Sore_Wrong Ring cuckoo...
Thou bleedest after wham!
Truth after halfmast cows;
Bollock starteth, lucke farteth,
Breaketh Ent Tree boughs
‘Fore Treebeard's entry bows.
Merry sing cuckoo!
Trolls and goblins on patrol
seek for precious swallowed whole
while Shelob spider vile to vial
of light takes fright in secret lair
with orcses everywhere.
Mount Doom venteth, desolation shivers soul.
Though wizard voice charms choice it harms,
white hand darker groweth,
palantir pays traitors dear
fate's forfeiture it oweth,
Isengard though guarded, drowned
elves emigrate, all goeth.
Werewolves out to battle ride
so kings and queens are loth to hide
for Middle Earth man giant fighteth
though dark dragons plummet fast
wraith team win, redeem sin past,
fell fortress falls, dawn lighteth.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well Worlde seems cuckoo:
He strike thu ever nu;
nor knew ye what to do
when forests walked on cue.
Wring Gollum's gold Ring cuckoo,
Sing Frodo, sing Bilbo too!
Second version
Saruman's a'coming in
Sauron sing cuccu!
Spurneth seed, and soweth weed,
Filth-felleth the woode nu -
where once Ent women grew -
Sore_Wrong Ring cuckoo...
Thou bleedest after wham!
Truth after halfmast cows;
Bollock starteth, lucke farteth,
Breaketh Ent Tree boughs
‘Fore Treebeard's entry bows.
Merry sing cuckoo!
Polyvalent voice charms choice
white hand darker groweth,
palantir pays traitors dear
fate's forfeiture it oweth,
Isengard though guarded, drowned
elves emigrate, all goeth.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well Worlde seems cuckoo:
He strike thu ever nu;
nor knew ye what to do
till forests walked on cue.
Ring cuckoo, now, Ring cuckoo,
Sing Frodo, sing Bilbo, now!
Initial Version
An Ancient Song
Saruman's a'coming in
Sauron sing cuccu!
Spurneth seed, and soweth weed,
Filth-felleth the woode nu -
where once Ent women grew -
Sore_Wrong Ring cuckoo...
You bleedeth after wham!
Truth after halfmast cows;
Bollock starteth, lucke farteth,
Breaketh Ent Tree boughs
‘Fore Treebeard's entry bows.
Merry sing cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well Worlde seems cuckoo:
He strike thu ever nu;
nor knew ye what to do
till forests walked on cue.
Ring cuckoo, now, Ring cuckoo,
Sing Frodo, sing Bilbo, now!
(20 January 2006 revised 5 August 2011 and 28 February 2012)
Cuckoo Song
Summer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth seed, and bloweth meed,
And springth the woode nu -
Sing cuckoo!
Ewe bleeteth after lamb,
Lhouth after calve cow;
Bullock starteth, bucke farteth,
Murie sing cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well singes thou, cuckoo:
Ne swike thu naver nu;
Sing cuckoo, now, sing cuckoo,
Sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo, now!
Unknown Author c.1250
Ancient Music
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth dropp and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ‘tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damn, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM
Ezra Loomis POUND 1885_1972
Baccalaureate - An Ancient Poem
Summa is i-cumen in,
Laude sing cuccu!
Laddes rede and classe lede,
Profesor bemeth tu-
Sing cuccu!
Scholour striveth after Aye,
Bleteth after shepskin ewe;
Writë theseth, honoure seazeth,
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel sings A. B. cuccu,
Ne flunke thu naver nu;
Sing cuccu, nu sing cuccu,
Sing cuccu, Phye etta Cappe, nu!
David McCord 1897_1997
An Ancient Poem
Wynter is i-cumen in;
Lhoudly syng tish-u!
Wyndes blo and snoeth sno,
And al ys ice nu.
[Syng tish-u! ]
Legges trembel after bath,
And fyngres turneth blu,
Wisker freseth, nosë sneseth -
Merie syng tish-u -tish-u -
Wel singest thou tish-u;
Ne stop thou never nu!
Frank Sidgwick 1879_1939
MURIE SONG
Plumber is icumen in;
Bludhie big tu-do.
Bloweth lampe, and showeth dampe,
And dripth the wud thru.
Bludie hel, boo-hoo!
Thawth drain, and runneth bath;
Saw sawth, and scruth scru;
Bull-kuk squirteh up anew, *
Boo-hoo, boo-hoo.
Tom Pugh, Tom Pugh, well plombës thu, Tom Pugh;
Better job I never nu.
Therefore will I cease boo-hoo,
Woorie not, but cry pooh-pooh,
Murie sing pooh-pooh, pooh-pooh,
Pooh-pooh!
A.V.CAMPBELL
Summary Judgement
Summer is icumen in
And millions grow cuckoo
Nursing seeds and cursing weeds
As hope springs up anew â€"
Though undue.
“Last year's parsley came up sparsely,
This year's will come through,
Also dazzling rows of basil,
Beans and melons, too â€"
Honeydew! â€
Up at dawn to tend the lawn,
They sweat and toil and stew,
Spines in knots from jiffypots
Transplanted (all askew) .
Aches accrue.
Yet they all, from spring to fall,
Though sorely tied, stay true.
Who're these fools with garden tools,
This idiotic crew? â€"
Me and you.
Felicia LAMPORT 1916_1999
poem by Jonathan Robin
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