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SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE SHINDAR ENCAMPMENT
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By Lucillus
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Dedicated to Balty and his boys
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Saturday night at the Shindar encampment
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Is like being nowhere at all.
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They crawl in their bedrolls precisely at ten,
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And the munchkins who live there are not seen again.
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Just two drunken Romans who can't find their own tents
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Sit by their fire in a daze (in a daze),
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And huddle together to share a last bottle,
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And wonder at strange Shindar ways.
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You ask how I know of the Shindar encampment
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Well, I spent a month there one day.
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They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes:
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Go watch the boys bauble and hear their shrill cries.
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But don't go there drinking,
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You'll live to regret it,
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They're so much more boring to see (boring to see).
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So take my advice on the Shindar encampment
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And learn to avoid it, like me!
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You might think if you hear the song that I'm singing,
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That I hate the Shindar, but no!
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Your young, shining faces make life seem so new,
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They remind of times when I felt that way too.
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So despite the temptation
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I won't make a judgement,
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And call all you young kids naive (so naive!)
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Just remember instead that next time you judge someone
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Things might not be what you believe.
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NOTE:
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You may have noticed that I have never sun ght third verse, and I have almost decided
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to ditch it, since it doesn't really seem to fit in with the humorous tone of the rest of the song.
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But I don't like people who preach at me, or are self-righteous about their beliefs, and I'm sure
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you guys don't either, so I haven't sung it at you. Thank God for small favors, eh?
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