Little Tiny Babies

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	When you go to a convention you may	not like what you hear

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There are	Dorsai toting blasters which they	discharge in your ear

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There are	Neos asking questions, filkers	try to harmonize

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And there's	little tiny babies making big	loud	cries.

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Little tiny babies, little teeny babies

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Little tiny babies making big loud cries.

Now not all of the noise you hear should fill you with dispair

For the Dorsai all drink Tully, and might have a drop to spare.

The neos all are horney and some even like to filk

But the little tiny babies only want more milk.

Now when morning hits the con-suite blessed silence fills the air.

There are whiskey-sodden Dorsai fast asleep in every chair.

(not necessarily their own)

the filkers close their eyes--

Then the little tiny babies think it's time to rise.

When you go to a convention now you'll know what lies in store:

There are lots of raucous parties where there's booze and sex galore,

But when it comes to babies now you'll know what you must do:

Better use a contraceptive or you'll have one too!

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