May The Fourth Be With You...
One day on two-sunned Tatooine
I’ve tale to tell, of sight unseen
A hooded figure I encountered
All alone, my way he sauntered
He looked up slowly, when he saw
Me standing with a lone Jawa
We froze in place, our breathing laboured
We didn’t want to get light-sabered!
His hood was up, concealed his eyes
When lowered, we were so surprised
A friendly face did soon appear
He held out hand as he drew near
“Nithe to meet you!” was his greeting
“Iths rare for theethe impromptu meetingths!
Pardon, I mutht hurry by!
May the Forth be with you”, lisped the Jedi
Stunned of what just passed my way
I’ll not forget to my dying day
There’s nothing better, you know it’s true
Than to have a Jedi spit on you!