Les Bizarrables

By Brian Rapp

Fin -- Allez

VALSEAN:
The end is near.
The saga's ceasing.
Now I can finally leave
And get some well-earned rest.

LAURETTE:
You must stay, Papa, you've got to stay.
We will die! We'll die if you should leave!

VALSEAN:
No, Laurette, that's only make-believe.
It's okay. Don't you grieve.
With this post
Our tale has reached completion.
Just as well --
The sturm und drang had snowballed.
It's a story
Of factions and misventures.
Your mother died on level 8
From eating rotten kobold.

DAUNTINE:
Come with me
Where tongues are never taxing.
All us nerds
At home, at home, relaxing.
Tom, our patron,
We pray you won't be picky.

VALSEAN:
Admit me to your Lebensraum
And set me dark and sticky.

VALSEAN, DAUNTINE, & AYONS-MINE:
Type "connect"
And then your name and password.
Type "up", "bar".
'Cause home is where the bar is.
And remember
The two commands of Klortho:
Don't talk about your thesis
And don't try to eat the squid.

CHORUS:
Do you fear the feeble throng,
Wondering where they'll go today?
It is unlikely they've determined
What's jejune and what's outre.
For the clueless of the net,
Only one thing can set them straight.
Give them a model to regard
And to emulate!
They will live to banish boredom,
Streaming content on demand.
They will work for every iamb.
They'll reject the trite and bland.
The heavens will open
And wonder will reign in the land!
Join in our rodomontade!
Now let our song begin to ring!
As we bring on the serenades,
Is there a verse you long to sing?
Do you fear the feeble throng?
Or do you fear the cloistered few?
If they cannot sustain the song,
Then it falls on you!
Join in our rodomontade!
Now let our song begin to ring!
As we bring on the serenades,
Is there a verse you long to sing?
Do you fear the feeble throng?
Or do you fear the cloistered few?
If they cannot sustain the song,
Then it falls on you!
It falls on you!