Our First Entry

Message delivered by Edgar:
Good Gentles,
It seems that we have our first submission in the Poetry Contest. It arrived here by a strange messenger. It comes to us in the form of a song, whose tune was made famous by none other than Groucho Marx and Kermit the Frog. Good company to be in. So here it is, sung to the tune of “Lydia the Tattooed Lady”:


Quillian, o’ Quillian, say, have you met Quillian?
Quillian the Friend of Fire.
He has eyes that folks adore so,
At night they glow even more so.
Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
That fiery friend of us all.
On his back-side the footprint of Celebrindal.
Inside it, his head. Oh!, it’s such a scandal.
He prances and dances while smoke from his pants is
Just filling the room with Quillian!

La-la-la... la-la-la.
La-la-la... la-la-la.

Oh Quillian, oh Quillian, say, have you met Quillian?
Quillian the Friend of Fire.
When the Queendom starts relaxin’,
He starts his sneaky back attacks in.
Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
That fiery friend of us all.
He leaves the Shadow Court aghast,
Each time he falls upon his ass.
He really belongs in Alcatraz.
You say a lot ‘bout Quillian!

La-la-la... la-la-la.
La-la-la... la-la-la.

Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
Oh, Quillian The Champ of them all.
We shall regret him one fine day.
If he has his way, the Dreaming shall pay.
Banality will be on its way,
If you go and follow Quillian!

I said Quillian...
(She said Quillian...)
They said Quillian...
We said Quillian, la, la!

I’m sad to say that the writer of this charming little ditty neglected to include their name in the submission. His Excellency would like to reward such inventiveness with just rewards. Any help in locating this up and coming songwriter would be smiled upon by the County.