Oh, filking, filking, filking,
These weird sonds I've adored,
But when you filk of dreidels,
You know you're way too bored.

Oh Ely, Ely Ely,
I must show my disdain,
Although the filks are funny
The tune's stuck in my brain!

Oh, haiku, haiku, haiku,
This song, you'll help me beat 'er!
Only through you can I
Get back to my old meter!

*stops, meditates...*

Spinning clay dreidles
The ancient, infectious song
Rings clear through SD.

...There...back to normal...
Good filking, everyone! *Ducks out before he starts singing again*

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