stories   filked from argo   FANNISH FILKERS   walls are out there   fair maid   fly like a beagle Little Fannish Filkers Tune: Frank Hayes, "Little Fuzzy Animals" Lyrics: Steve Anderson (c) 1997-2005, Steve Anderson, Writer.SGAcreative.com DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction presented solely for entertainment, and is in no way intended to infringe upon anyone's intellectual property rights. When you come to the convention, you may freak at what you see: There are Trekkies there in uniform to take your entrance fee, Vampires lurk in shadows, and Klingons stand at ease— And there’s little fannish filkers writing par-o-dies.          Little fannish filkers, little fennish filkers,          Little fannish filkers writing parodies. Now once you’ve settled in a bit, and you think you’re doing fine, ‘Cuz the Klingons all salute you and offer you blood wine, And the vampires are running a charity blood drive— Beware the fannish filkers, who will sing until you writhe.          Beware the fannish filkers, beware the fennish filkers,          Beware the fannish filkers, who will sing until you writhe. Now, when midnight comes upon the Con, instead of going to sleep, For music to the filking room all heedless you may creep; It’s so silly and so senseless that you’ll never realize That those friendly fannish filkers will eat your brain alive.          Friendly fannish filkers, friendly fennish filkers,          Friendly fannish filkers will eat your brain alive. So when you come to the convention now, you’ll now to come prepared— Not for Klingons or for vampires, don’t bother being scared— But unless you’re packing earplugs, you know what you must do: Spoof those little fannish filkers before they spoof you.          Spoof those little fannish filkers, spoof those little fennish filkers,          Spoof those little fannish filkers before they... spoof... you.