A/N: The original song is by Don McLean. If you want to read a good Animorphs version of it, then don't
read this, but read "Andalite Pie -- A Parody" by Angel of Harmony.
This whole series is about the Drode saying something nasty to everyone, so this time he's telling Ket
that she's scared and wants to become a Controller again. Of course, Ket thinks no such thing, but does
the Drode care?
Antidote for this filk: "Miracles, Big and Small" by Forlay. Ket has only a few lines, but they seem
*written* to correct the untruths of this filk. (In other words, she plainly says she prefers freedom.)
'Twas not so long ago,
You can still remember
How those helpless humans used to cry.
The song they sang was strange to you,
But, with or without it, you knew:
Da waren nicht mal die Gedanken frei. [There, not even thoughts were free.]
Both Yeerks and hosts liked you -- no wonder,
For you were nice to ev'ryone there,
(And) you'd never start fighting,
(Though) that might have been the right thing,
(At) least that's what Jara used to do
Till you told him that it worried you --
The Yeerks were bad, but now that, too!
That way, he might have died!
Still, you were asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you must surrender if you want to stay out of strife,
And where you, like any worried Hork-Bajir wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
All the sorrow, all the pain -- why?
Did Jara say what's begun
When he heard, JUST TAKE YOUR WIFE AND RUN?
Did he say if you'd survive?
Because then, through all the dang'rous times,
You'd wish slav'ry back a thousand times,
Then at least you all would have stayed alive...
Now, when your husband tells tales of war,
Then who should you feel more sorry for?
'Cause ev'ry Yeerk and host,
And the Andalites, too, have lost.
Because towards the end, all lines were blurred,
With ev'ryone hurting and ev'ryone hurt,
And you were all left a poisoned world
The day your people died.
And you're still asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you'll forever be haunted by these stories of strife,
And where you, like any grieving mother and wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
All the killing, all the deaths -- why?
You've got a girl you love so dear
That now this war gives you twice the fear,
'Cause you worry for her all day.
And among them, there's one worry more,
'Cause she's smart, like Dak was years before,
A blessing or a curse, you couldn't say.
You love your daughter, there is no doubt,
It just scares you that she's all that proud,
When her grand words are spoken,
Your worried hearts are broken.
Sometimes you must hear her cry "Free or dead!"
She can only have that from her dad,
'Cause you'd see ten Yeerks in her head
Before you'd see her die.
And yet you're asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you slowly accept all, if you can stay out of strife,
And where you, like any worried mother and wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
Your whole quiet, beaten self -- why?
Why, why...?
You keep on asking...
read this, but read "Andalite Pie -- A Parody" by Angel of Harmony.
This whole series is about the Drode saying something nasty to everyone, so this time he's telling Ket
that she's scared and wants to become a Controller again. Of course, Ket thinks no such thing, but does
the Drode care?
Antidote for this filk: "Miracles, Big and Small" by Forlay. Ket has only a few lines, but they seem
*written* to correct the untruths of this filk. (In other words, she plainly says she prefers freedom.)
'Twas not so long ago,
You can still remember
How those helpless humans used to cry.
The song they sang was strange to you,
But, with or without it, you knew:
Da waren nicht mal die Gedanken frei. [There, not even thoughts were free.]
Both Yeerks and hosts liked you -- no wonder,
For you were nice to ev'ryone there,
(And) you'd never start fighting,
(Though) that might have been the right thing,
(At) least that's what Jara used to do
Till you told him that it worried you --
The Yeerks were bad, but now that, too!
That way, he might have died!
Still, you were asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you must surrender if you want to stay out of strife,
And where you, like any worried Hork-Bajir wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
All the sorrow, all the pain -- why?
Did Jara say what's begun
When he heard, JUST TAKE YOUR WIFE AND RUN?
Did he say if you'd survive?
Because then, through all the dang'rous times,
You'd wish slav'ry back a thousand times,
Then at least you all would have stayed alive...
Now, when your husband tells tales of war,
Then who should you feel more sorry for?
'Cause ev'ry Yeerk and host,
And the Andalites, too, have lost.
Because towards the end, all lines were blurred,
With ev'ryone hurting and ev'ryone hurt,
And you were all left a poisoned world
The day your people died.
And you're still asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you'll forever be haunted by these stories of strife,
And where you, like any grieving mother and wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
All the killing, all the deaths -- why?
You've got a girl you love so dear
That now this war gives you twice the fear,
'Cause you worry for her all day.
And among them, there's one worry more,
'Cause she's smart, like Dak was years before,
A blessing or a curse, you couldn't say.
You love your daughter, there is no doubt,
It just scares you that she's all that proud,
When her grand words are spoken,
Your worried hearts are broken.
Sometimes you must hear her cry "Free or dead!"
She can only have that from her dad,
'Cause you'd see ten Yeerks in her head
Before you'd see her die.
And yet you're asking:
Why, why do you deserve this life,
Where you slowly accept all, if you can stay out of strife,
And where you, like any worried mother and wife,
Can do nothing, only ask the world: why?
Your whole quiet, beaten self -- why?
Why, why...?
You keep on asking...