To the tune of "The Bonny Ship The Diamond"
With apologies to The Corries, The Longest Johns, and whoever it was that decided to put word to music back then.
There's agents gone away, they have, to a new Word World they're bound,
Their history is garnished all with bonny lasses round.
The Sunflower gave the order for to end a bloody tide,
In fics where glitter breaks the brain like darkness dims the sky.
Chorus (after each verse):
And it's go, break the words, be they purple or stale,
For the bonny Ix and Charlotte go a-fishing through the fail.
And it's go, break the words, be they purple or stale,
For the bonny Ix and Charlotte go a-fishing through the fail.
Along Headquarters' corridors, the agents stand around,
Black jumpsuits pulled about them and the salt tears running down.
Now don't you weep, my dearest friends, though you be left behind,
For you'll get a paid vacation 'ere those agents change their minds
Chorus
Three cheers to the Aviator, likewise to her good friend Dawn,
Here's a health to the Bonnefoy lad and Zeb, that ship of fire and fame.
But clad in jackets midnight-black, with all-else that shade too,
When Ix and Charlotte shall return, they'll have fine scars anew
Chorus
Oh, stars be bright both day and night when Assassin girls come home,
With pockets full of fandom junk, and trade wares to their name.
They'll push their bunks together and their blankets shall they share,
And saying more will constitute bad slash again, I fear!
Chorus x2