The Paper Pushers' Paean
This is a short I wrote to accompany Ch. 15 of my fic 'Silence, Sound,' where the Paper Pushers are singing. This is basically an extension of the two verses that Arthur hears in that fic to be a poem. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Take those bound-up scrolls, ho!
Tie them to the raft, go!
Onward, onward, down the river;
Don't let the snow make you shiver!
No Nithling can get in our way,
As we ride the Extremely Grand Canal today.
Paper-pushers make the House keep ticking,
Though soldiers do the monster-sticking!
Paper is our main staple;
We even wore it in our cradles.
That is, if we would've had one,
But we needed a line in this song.
Take the records on to Burinberg
As the waters 'round us surge.
Onward, onward, deliver them forth!
We must be at least a gold galleon's worth.
Upper House writes them,
Middle House binds them,
But we Paper Pushers are the glue
That keeps the system from going askew.
Take those bound-up scrolls, ho!
Tie them to the raft, go!
Onward, onward, down the river.
Don't let the snow make us shiver!