It was five wise fen of Worldcon once To learning much inclined, Who went to listen to the filk to see what they would find That each by observation might satisfy her mind The first came to a humor room Where folks with vhim and glee Were singing "Bash the Balrog!" so the fan said "Now I see! God bless me but this filk is merely comic parody!" What the second heard in minor key Sent her heart right to her toes How Ian lost his puppy after slaughtering his foes "The songs they sing at filks," she said, "are really quite morose!" The third approached the filking throng And happening to hear A filker sing the praises of the world's first Hyper-beer "Filk's funny and original," she said "that much is clear!" The fourth came in and settled down "Green Hills of Earth" she heard And Kippling set to music and the songs from Tolkein's hoard "I see filkers only write their tunes to someone else's words!" The fifth came in after midnight And soon became quite vexed To hear of Tops and Bottoms in arrangements quite complex. "These filthy fannish filkers only want to sing of sex!" And so these five fen of Worldcon Disputed loud and long Each in her own opinon exceeding stiff and strong Though each was partly in the right -- and all were in the wrong!