Thanks to thorneblackburn 's prompt, I sat down and wrote this in late 2008. Sing it in your head (or out loud, I don't mind ;P) to the tune of Deck the Halls. That's what I did while writing it. XD
Y'all know the drill, I don't own GO, yadda yadda, it belongs to Gaiman and Pratchett. Though how I wish I owned Crowley and Aziraphale...
Angels We Have Heard Get High.
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
First there's Michael
And his sword
Flaming bright
It's unhealthy
But oh so fun
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And oh, Raphael
With Haniel
Healing indeed
With lots of love
Everywhere
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
Here's a secret
About Raguel
Gabriel
rather likes
the "blindness"*
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
Uriel has been
A very bad angel
Sneaking off
To rendezvous
With Belial
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
Jeliel's plants
Are suffering
From slimy oil
And noxious fumes
From Pollution
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And if you though
These pairings were odd
Take a look
At this
'Arrangement'
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
Aziraphale's books
In Crowley's Bentley
Clash strangely
And yet somehow
Seem to fit
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
They deny their love
But if they're caught
Could Belial
Or Uriel
Punish them?
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
Angels get high
So unpredictably
Who's to say
That it's not
Ineffable?
Angels we have heard get high
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
And we don't mean fluffy clouds
Fa la la la laa la laa la laa
* blindness is, after all, an excuse to feel your way everywhere.
I'm so sorry, I really am, I just couldn't get the rabid plot bunny out of my head.