The sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever-living wonder,
Does not outclass
Our Legolas
He tears our hearts asunder!
We all exclaim,
With little shame
about our great desire.
And, pen in hand,
To meet demand,
We set the page on fire!
It can not be denied,
The Elf's divine
A warrior, beside
One of the Nine!
It can not be denied,
The Elf's divine
A warrior, beside
One of the Nine!
Observe her name,
That loathsome dame,
The Sue's eternal vileness;
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of scheming plans or guile-ness:
She tosses hair
That Elves might stare,
And Legolas acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
The Elf is swell,
So I, for one, don't blame her!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
Of what is true;
She's quite the little fake,
That Mary Sue!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
Of what is true;
She's quite the little fake,
That Mary Sue!
Orignal Lyrics: The Sun, Whose Rays from The Mikado