"El-ahrairah"
lyric and music by Benjamin Newman

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Gather round and you'll hear a story
A tale of Frith in his glory
That's come down to us from the far, distant past

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	When Lord Frith made all creatures
	They had no distinctive features
	They were every kind the same, and all lived on grass

But even in those early days
There was a tribe that bred like crazy
Litter on litter and hrair upon hrair

	El-ahrairah and his clan
	Multiplied and filled the land
	Ate all the grass up and left the hills bare

Then all the other creatures said
How, Lord Frith, are we to be fed
Now that the grass has been eaten away?

	Frith agreed: Something must be done
	So he called the creatures, every one
	To gather before him at noon the next day

Frith called every kind by name
And all but El-ahrairah came
And Frith gave his blessing to each that he saw

	Teeth or claws or stealth or haste
	And a fondness for the taste
	Of the flesh of the children of El-ahrairah

When Frith found El-ahrairah on the morrow
He was face down in his burrow
He said: I'm quite busy, I hope you don't mind

	Frith said: Come out so I can bless you
	He said: I'm not coming out so
	If you want to bless me you can bless my behind

Then Frith reached down and touched him
With his blessing, on his bottom
And his tail, it grew fluffy, and his legs, they grew long

	Frith said: El-ahrairah, listen!
	Use the gifts that you've been given
	And you and your people will always live on

All the world will be against you
If they catch you they will kill you
But, first, they must catch you, by tooth or by claw

	Catch you -- runner, leaper, digger
	Prince with the swift warning
	Prince with the thousand enemies, El-ahrairah