They’re a Funny Village

They’re a Funny Village

(To the Tune of Belle’s Song from Beauty and the Beast)

 

SCA it’s not a quiet village

No day like the one before

SCA full of Sca’dian people

Waking up to say

It’s War! It’s War! It’s War, It’s War, IT’S WAR!

 

There goes the blacksmith with their hammer like always

There goes the scribe with quill in hand

Every fighter’s armored up

“Hey don’t don’t forget your cup”

Oh look! There goes the water bearer too!

 

 

Look there the bard goes, they are strange, no question

Dazed and astrayed, humming a tune

Never part of any crowd

Not even with a shroud

No denying they are funny ones those Bards

 

Look there that fencer goes they’re so peculiar

I wonder if they’re feeling well

With a dreamy, far-off look

Their schlager style’s school-book

A conundrum to the crowd, those who fence

 

Oh, ain’t the Queen amazing?

She my fav’rite part – you’ll see

Draped in her finest raiment

But wait to discover that in summer she’s viking!

 

Now it’s no wonder that they are always brewing

Their drinks have no parallel

At events that you should wend

There is no better blend

These distillers help to quell your thirst

Even if you think you’ll burst

These mixture masters help you quell your thirst

 

 

 

Right from the moment when I met them, saw them

Their hats are gorgeous and I fell

With laurel leaves and pearls

Pelicans, no squirrels

So I’m making plans to woo and steal their hats

 

Look there

they go

They’ve got much bling

The knights and peers

I’ll be one too

Be still my heart

I’m hardly breathing

Maybe you should loosen your gorget

 

There goes the blacksmith with their hammer like always

There goes the scribe with quill in hand

It’s a pity and a sin

They don’t all quite fit in

‘Cause they really are a funny group

An amazing but a funny group

They really are a funny group

The SCA