WYEWOOD SHIRE BLUES

(to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues")

I see the hamsters comin'
They're flyin' through the sky
Some people seem to like them
I don't know why
I'm stuck in Wyewood Shire
My time here's just begun
I keep tryin' to tell them
Hamsters just ain't much fun.

The people all have hamsters
And the hamsters all have wings
I even saw a weevil
In cavalier things
I am a silly person
I love a laugh or two
But this shire's just plain crazy
I don't know what to do.

If they'd free me from this Shire
If I lived in Calontir
I'd move away from Wyewood
And out of AnTir
And away from silly people
Whose hamsters love to fly
If I have to stay much longer
I'll hang my head and cry.

GOLDEN HAMSTER YOU'RE THE ONE

(to the tune of "Rubber Duckie")

Golden hamster you're the one –
You make Wyewood so much fun.
Golden hamster I'm awfully fond of you!
(boo-boo-boop-bee-do!)

Golden hamster on the wing
You just make me want to sing
Golden hamster I'm awfully fond of you!

Everyday when I forget to play and I worry
I find I am beholdin' a hamster golden and furry!
(My eyes get all blurry!)

Golden hamster you're the one –
You make Wyewood so much fun.

Golden hamster I'm awfully fond of...

Golden hamster I'm awfully fond of...

Golden hamster I'm awfully fond of you!

CATCH A FLYING HAMSTER

(to the tune of "Catch a Falling Star")

Catch a flying hamster, feed it from your hand
Give shelter on a rainy day.
Catch a flying hamster, feed it from your hand
And it will never fly away.

And it will come to sit upon your shoulder,
And be your friend.
And as it grows to be a little older,
It will protect you to the end.

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HAMSTER EYES

(to the tune of "Edelweiss")

Hamster eyes, hamster eyes
Look at me without blinking
Soft and round, not a sound
Tell me what your are thinking
Furry gold hamster with bat-like wings
Bat-like wings for flying
Hamster eyes, hamster eyes
Into you I am sinking

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GOLD HAMSTERS IN THE SKY

(to the tune of "Ghost Riders in the Sky")

An old Templar went riding out one dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty herd of gold hamsters he saw
Flying through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Their teeth were white and shiny and their claws were made of steel.
Their wings were black and leathery, their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as he felt each wing beat fall
For he saw the one behind the herd - the Father of them all!

Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!
Gold hamsters in the sky!

His eyes were red, his claws were sharp, his wings were broad and strong.
His fur was gold-spun starlight and his teeth were sleek and long.
He flies forever onward with his children on the wing,
Protecting all of Wyewood lands from every evil thing.

Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!
Gold hamsters in the sky!

As the hamster flew on by him, he saw it look his way.
If you want to stay alive, Sir Knight, then this is what I say:
Your chivalry and honor will help to keep you whole,
Or else in Wyewood shire, Sir, the hamsters eat your soul!

Wyewood - wye-yay! Wyewood - wye-yo!

Gold hamsters in the sky! Gold hamsters in the sky! Gold hamsters in the sky!...