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This is what happens when you go to see Anger Management...
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Legolas: I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty.
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity, Any elf who isn't me tonight!
I feel charming, Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty, That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty elf in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive elf be?
Such a pretty face, Such pretty cloak, Such a dashing smile.
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning, And entrancing.
Feel like running and nancing for joy!
For I'm loved by all pretty wonderful elves!
Figwit: Have you met my good friend Legolas?
The craziest elf on the block.
You'll know him the minute you see him,
He's the one who is in an advanced archery class!
He thinks he's the loveliest,
He thinks he's from Rivendel,
He isn't in love,
He's merely insane!
It must be the ring,
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat,
Or maybe it's lembas,
Keep away from him!
Send for Elrond! This is not the Legolas we know!
Modest and pure, Polite and refined.
Well-bred and mature.
Now out of his mind!
Legolas: I feel pretty. Oh, so pretty!
That the Mirkwood should make me its king!
A fellowship should be organized to honor me!
Figwit: La, la, la, la
Legolas: I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel dizzy and funny and fine!
And so pretty, Arwen can just resign!
Figwit: La, la, la, la...
Legolas: See the pretty elf in that mirror there
Figwit: What mirror, where?
Legolas: Who can that attractive elf be?
Figwit: Which? What? Where? Whom?
Legolas: Such a pretty face, Such pretty cloak, Such a pretty smile.
Such s pretty me!
Figwit: Whom-mmm?
Legolas: Such a pretty me!
Figwit and Legolas: I feel stunning,
And entrancing.
Feel like running and nancing for joy!
For I'm loved by all the wonderful elves!
~ Froddie ~ | |
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