Fuzzy Fish

By: Tamir Buchshtav
TTTO: Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis

I walked inside, ’twas a room that was tiny
You stayed behind, must have thought it funny
You cast a spell, and what the hell?
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

You mix some stuff like the crap of a bat
Whispered words make me drop down fast
Now I'll be crass, you scorched my ass!
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

Stop it, wizard
Ooow, 10d6
Burned me, wizard
Well, I want to live after this battle ends
I fought, you shot
Now I can only scream that it's hot hot hot hot!

I won't go in, cause this room's too small
I'm real nervous that you'll burn us all
I'm out, you lout!
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

Stop it, wizard
Ooow, 10d6
Burned me, wizard
Well, I want to live after this battle ends
I fought, you shot
Now I can only scream that it's hot hot hot hot!

I won't go in, cause this room's too small
I'm real nervous that you'll burn us all
I'm out, you lout!
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

By: Tamir Buchshtav
TTTO: Hymn to Breaking Strain by Rudyard Kipling, performed by Julia Ecklar and Leslie Fish

The careful must consider
(Let all who search beware!)
The data, facts, and figures
The internet may share
So when the false, erroneous
Disrupts a well-thought plan
Of failure lies the onus
Upon the seeking man
Not on the net – the man

But in our daily dealing
With LLMs we spy
The Chat has no such feeling
Of what is truth or lie
'Tis no real fact it tells us
No real or fake it knows
And presently presents us
With garbage that it shows
It's not the truth it shows

The prudent seeker finds it
In sources verified
This mushroom can be pick'd
Or must be set aside?
Which court case sets precedent
Which football fans to bar
But they who ask Copilot
Won't get it up to par
Before they go too far

We hold all information
In our hand to seek
Too data-rich to function
To tell if fact or trick
Still, in the flood of chatbots
Who offer all we will
Truth seems to be the jackpot
Whose finding is a skill
'Ware, lest you lose the skill

We only in Creation
(Oh, luckier the Clowed and Grok)
Abide the spam'd damnation
Which all the tech-bros hawk
Yet we-by which sure token
Can tell the lies from truth
Still leave the words unspoken
That answers must have proof
The burden that is proof

Oh, stupid drain of power
Whose lies we drink in vain
Begone now from this hour
Of overthrow and pain
That we-by which sure token
We know thy ways are false
In spite of secrets broken
Or because of secrets broken
Acknowledge all your faults
Admit to all your faults

מאת: אור ביאליק ותמיר בוכשטב
למנגינת: Friend Like Me מתוך אלדין. הגרסה עם רובין וויליאמס.

המשך…

By: Tamir Buchshtav
TTTO: Do You Hear the People Sing from Les Miserables

Do you hear the Feegle sing?
Singing the song of Little Men?
It is the music of the pictsies
Who will nae' be fooled again!

When the 'crivens!' in your shout,
Echoes the screeching of the pipes,
There is a chance to start a bout,
When your anger ripes.

Will you join in our brawl
We who are wee and armed and free
Then 'tween the bars we'll drink and crawl
Taking the shinies we will see

Do you hear the Feegle sing?
Singing the song of Little Men?
It is the music of the pictsies
Who will nae' be fooled again!

When the 'crivens!' in your shout,
Echoes the screeching of the pipes,
There is a chance to start a bout,
When your anger ripes.

By: Tamir Buchshtav
Ttto: Waltzing Matilda by Banjo Paterson

Once a fanfic writer posted on the internet,
Properly tagged in the A-O-Three.
And they sang as they watched and waited for the commenters,
"Who'll come a-torture my blorbo with me?"

Torture my blorbo,
Torture my blorbo,
Who'll come a-torture my blorbo with me?
And they sang as they watched and waited for the commenters,
Who'll come a-torture my blorbo with me?

המשך…

By: Tamir Buchshtav
ttto: Ben Has no Cookie by Heather Dale

Kermit is a muppet – and he's a weirdo
Sam is a muppet – but he is sane
Sam is a muppet – he thinks we're weirdos
!Everyone's a weirdo, except for Sam
Da-da-da-da-da

Gonzo has a chicken – a clucking chicken
Gonzo has a chicken – that makes him weird
Chef takes his chicken – he wants to cook her
!Everyone's a weirdo, except for Sam

Bunsen's doing science – ’cause he's a weirdo
Bunsen's doing science – and things go boom!
Beaker's being science – ’cause he's a weirdo
!Everyone's a weirdo, except for Sam

Waldorf has a headache, ’cause we're not funny
Sam tries to help him, ’cause Waldorf's sad
Now Waldorf moans to Stettler, ’cause Sam is noisy
!Now everyone's a weirdo, including Sam
"!No I'm not"
Da-da-da-da-da
!Everyone's a weirdo, except for Sam

?Hey, where's my clucking chicken

מאת: נורית קרני ומיכאל טלאש פרלמוטר
למנגינת: Hotel California by The Eagles

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