Two Things, One Serious, One Funny

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ka_crow linked me to this excellent post by synecdochic, which, having been there for a lot of her points, I will pass on. Don't Be That Guy.

Via Juniperus, Because I Have A Partiality For That Song

THE FÚFUMAL
by Kate Gladstone

Fúfu, small rabbit,      fastest of hoppers,
Works in woodland      his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds,      then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen      of the Vanir folk.

Down came good Freya,      frowning at Fúfu.
Said she to the warren-born:      "No worth I find
In your smiting of cheese-thieves.      Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways,      three chances you'll have.
And if you change not,      then a nithing you'll be."

Yet Fúfu, four-footed,      fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland      his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds,      then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen      of the Vanir folk.

Down came good Freya,      frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the short-tailed:      "Shame do I find
In your smacking of squeakers,      Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways,      two chances you have
And if you change not,      then a nithing you'll be."

Yet Fúfu, long-footed,      fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland      his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds,      then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen      of the Vanir folk.

Down came good Freya,      frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the buck-toothed:      "Badness I find
In your smashing of hole-gnawers,      Smirk not, but obey me.
To change from your ways,      one chance you now have
And if you change not,      then a nithing you'll be."

Yet Fúfu, carrot-glad,      fastest of hoppers,
Still works in woodland      his ways of evil:
Field-mice he finds,      then hammers with head-blows,
Vexing the queen      of the Vanir folk.

Down came good Freya,      frowning at Fúfu,
Said she to the long-eared,      "You've lost your last chance.
Three warnings you've wasted.      Now you shall obey me.
To change from your ways,      no chance you now have:
Now and forever,      a nithing shall be!"

THE MORAL:
Hare whose heart      hates field-scurriers
Soon shall see      himself made outlaw.

The preceding is from rec.music.filk. Kate, after having heard somewhere that "Little Bunny Foo Foo" is based on a Verdi tune (can't verdify this myself), wrote a set of Italian operatic lyrics to LBFF. After that, of course, she had to bardify it. Found here. 

Comments

[athaira9.livejournal.com]

I'm in love. Fúfu, Oh my god...

[just-the-ash.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing*

[blackfelicula.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I have sung about Little Bunny Fu-Fu, frequently and with glee. This tops the cake.