Quillian the Friend of Fire.

Quillian, o’ Quillian, say, have you met Quillian?
Quillian the Friend of Fire.
He has eyes that folks adore so,
At night they glow even more so.

Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
That fiery friend of us all.
On his back-side the footprint of Celebrindal.
Inside it, his head. Oh!, it’s such a scandal.
He prances and dances while smoke from his pants is
Just filling the room with Quillian!

La-la-la... la-la-la.
La-la-la... la-la-la.

Oh Quillian, oh Quillian, say, have you met Quillian?
Quillian the Friend of Fire.
When the Queendom starts relaxin’,
He starts his sneaky back attacks in.

Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
That fiery friend of us all.
He leaves the Shadow Court aghast,
Each time he falls upon his ass.
He really belongs in Alcatraz.
You say a lot ‘bout Quillian!

La-la-la... la-la-la.
La-la-la... la-la-la.

Quillian, oh Quillian, that flaming Sir Quillian.
Oh, Quillian The Champ of them all.
We shall regret him one fine day.
If he has his way, the Dreaming shall pay.
Banality will be on its way,If you go and follow Quillian!

I said Quillian...(She said Quillian...)
They said Quillian...We said Quillian, la, la!


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