Filk: Mal’s Opportuneers
Ttto “Barrett’s Privateers”, by Stan Rogers
It’s a year before twenty five eighteen,
(And we’ve gotta get to Whitefall now!)
A bundle of marked bars of protein
We’ve salvaged and loaded on Serenity
Let’s go, dong-ma?
I was told we’d lose our pay and the Alliance might
impound our ship, or so I fear!
Now I have spoken, and we’re gonna get clear
And fast, for we’re opportuneers!
(I was trying to work out something with crocheteers, but it morphed.)
(This spawned off an email on the filk list I’m on.)