((Sung to the tune of Maroon 5's 'The Sun'))
After school, walking home,
Thinking of white weewoos and,
Start thinking, of what,
Neopia would have in store for me today.
And I cannot remember what weewoos were like before they were white.
And trying to remember, gives me dim images from our past.
Sometimes it’s a good song.
(chorus) But I,
Cannot forget, refuse to regret, Linny’s weewoo protest.
Took my breath away, make every Neopian day,
Worth all of the work that she went through!
“And Linny, I’ve been dyin’, to see what you’ve been working for,”
She said, “My battle’s almost won, the weewoo that I’ve wanted’s almost done.”
Moving on, Down my street,
Think of the NT authors I may never meet.
Think of the new petpet,
Take a breath,
Feel so excited that I cannot rest.
But sometimes it’s a good song, ohhh,
(chorus)
Feathers of new fallen snow,
Singing “Weewoo” for all to know,
Voice of reason, voice or sorrow,
We’ll get the weewoo by tomorrow,
Calm and beautiful like a victory,
Like a plot twist in a story,
On, and on, and on, and on!
(chorus)
“And the battle’s almost won,
The weewoo that I wanted’s almost done..”
((There it is. I'm working on the 'Erileen' one.
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