I dare you... to hit paste in the replies.

[Flib Bigboat]

I was just pasting.

[Ally046]

accio firebolt

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Montenegro

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This is definitely related to a fic (well, it kind of is, I suppose):

A pigeon walked up to the butterbeer stand and he said to the man running the stand:
"Hey!" (bum bum bum) "Got any grapes?"
The man said, "No, we just sell butterbeer. But it's cold and it's fresh and it's House-Elf made. Can I get you a glass?"
The pigeon said, "I'll pass."

Then he waddled away (waddle waddle)
Till the very next day
(Bum bum bum bada bum)

[Flib Bigboat]

XD I read pigeon as penguin (may they live forever- penguins, not pigeons).

[Ally046]

XD


Montenegro

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Lassie to do list:
Make Rippie and Sika cringe by being herself.
Draw, then throw out the drawings before anyone can see them.
Complain about being bored, despite having a lot of work to do..
Sadly wait for Scottie to come on.
Sing, and watch youtube...

[Ally046]

12.2065556157

[Flib Bigboat]

XD I read pigeon as penguin (may they live forever- penguins, not pigeons).

[Kade Rivok]

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Mastered by desire impulsive,
By a mighty inward urging,
I am ready now for singing,
Ready to begin the chanting
Of our nation's ancient folk-song
Handed down from by-gone ages.

In my mouth the words are melting,
From my lips the tones are gliding,
From my tongue they wish to hasten;
When my willing teeth are parted,
When my ready mouth is opened,
Songs of ancient wit and wisdom
Hasten from me not unwilling.

Golden friend, and dearest brother,
Brother dear of mine in childhood,
Come and sing with me the stories,
Come and chant with me the legends,
Legends of the times forgotten,
Since we now are here together,
Come together from our roamings.
Seldom do we come for singing,
Seldom to the one, the other,
O'er this cold and cruel country,
O'er the poor soil of the Northland.
Let us clasp our hands together
That we thus may best remember.

Join we now in merry singing,
Chant we now the oldest folk-lore,
That the dear ones all may hear them,
That the well-inclined may hear them,
Of this rising generation.

These are words in childhood taught me,
"Songs preserved from distant ages,
Legends they that once were taken
From the belt of Wainamoinen,
From the forge of Ilmarinen,
From the sword of Kaukomieli,
From the bow of Youkahainen,
From the pastures of the Northland,
From the meads of Kalevala.
These my dear old father sang me
When at work with knife and hatchet.
These my tender mother taught me
When she twirled the flying spindle,
When a child upon the matting
By her feet I rolled and tumbled...


...There are many other legends,
Incantations that were taught me,
That I found along the wayside,
Gathered in the fragrant copses,
Blown me from the forest branches,
Culled among the plumes of pine-trees,
Scented from the vines and flowers,
Whispered to me as I followed
Flocks in land of honeyed meadows,
Over hillocks green and golden,
After sable-haired Murikki,
And the many-colored Kimmo.

Many runes the cold has told me,
Many lays the rain has brought me,
Other songs the winds have sung me;
Many birds from many forests,

(from the Kalevala poem)

[lass of something much]

miscife

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