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No, I haven't converted -- I just rediscovered these lyrics I wrote in 2017, apparently for the DragonCon Filk Songbook. I'm gonna be doing a LOT f recording this weekend, and I think this will be one of the things I do.

Praise our savior in the sky,

Monster of spaghetti

He is with us, flying high,

For him we are ready.

Looking like a frontal lobe,

Served up in a pie plate,

Showing what's warmed up the globe

Blame it all on pi-i-rates.

Meatballs round and meatballs firm,

Beef and pork are leaner.

Growing from the endosperm,

Till we're semolina

Teach to us your starchy ways,

Sung to a guitar lick,

Marinara, bolognese,

Parmesan and gar-arrr-lic.

Music: "Good King Wenceslas" by John Mason Neale

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