Okay, this came up as I was writing a chapter for another story… it was supposed to be for "You just lost the Game" but it turned into this, and I kept it. To theretard5892 (Mird) for a see you soon gift and Bon Voyage to her. This song is based off of Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel. Sorry, I sort of rushed to put this on, since she's leaving really soon...
Edward scrambled the eggs in the pan, humming some tune Winry had taught him the other day. He changed the words around (and squeezed some words into the phrases) to fit the setting.
Are you going to the Cooking Fair?
Scrambled eggs; made by Edward Elric
Remember me, adding all of the spices
Winry doesn't enjoy my cooking.]
Now he really got the feel of the song.
Tell her to get me a new spatula.
Scrambled eggs; made by Edward Elric
A spatula that is stainless (1) steel
Then she'll taste, my wonderful eggs!
Edward realized now that he had made it on top of the table, and the spatula was at his mouth like a microphone. Alphonse, with a different spatula, was attending to the eggs.
"How much of that did you hear," Edward asked.
"Enough to want to join in."
"Well, then pick up at the parts you know!"
"You keep going, I'll wait for the encore." Alphonse put some cheese on the eggs to melt.
Tell her to find me a better kitchen space.
Scrambled eggs; made by Edward Elric
I need some sea salt and some black pepper
Then the spice, will make her love it.
Are you going to the Cooking Fair
Scrambled Eggs, made by Edward Elric
Remember me, adding all of the spices
Then she'll taste my wonderful eggs!
Edward let out the rest of his held breath, and Alphonse clapped, hollered, and whistled.
"Encore! Encore!"
Edward put on his best Selvi Plesrey (2) impression.
"Thank you, thank you very much. Now, join me for an encore!"
Both boys used their spatulas as the microphones.
Are you going to the Cooking Fair...
Needless to say, the eggs went cold.
(1) I realize that it's out of it's time… eh, oh well.
(2) A terrible word jumble of Elvis Presley…
