In the recent FORKNI-L discussion on "music that makes you think of FK," I noted the tune on which any FK filk was based became, ipso facto, a tune that makes one think of FK...

In the wake of that, a couple of filks, this time, centering on that rat-lover of all rat-lovers, Screed. Thanks to Libby for going over "Screed's Wild Rover" for me and for giving me hints on writing the accent... I still haven't figured out how to reword the one "strange" line, but *shrug* that's life ... and that's why I don't get paid for this. ;)

Screed's Filk on "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah"

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah -- zippity, right! My, oh, my, what a wonderful night! Plenty of ratsies skitter in sight; Plenty of food for Screedy's delight! Oh, mister ratsie in the sewer... You're plump, you're juicy! Mealtime it is, absolutely! Zip-a-dee-doo-dah -- zippity, right! Plenty of food for Screedy tonight!"

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To the folk tune The Wild Rover
Filked by Brenda F. Bell

"Screed's Wild Rover"
	I've been a wild rover for many's the night I've spent many quid on things shiny and bright 'Til one night a vampire-type done brought me o'er And 'tis never need I want for nothin' no more And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more Am I wantin' for nothin' No, never, no more. The first night I's cravin' so much, as I tried Tew 'unt any blood cuz I 'ungered inside No man could I kill, nor a woman, I though' Then I saw the li'l squeaker -- my first meal was caught! And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more Have I 'ungered for 'umans No, never, no more. While all of yew upper-class vampires must 'ide Your innocent meals from Toronto's blue pride, Whene'er I gets 'ungry, there's rats by the score An' the 'umans don't miss the li'l squeakers, fer sure. And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more Need I feed upon humans No, never, no more.