The hooded figure walks with grace
A shadowed darkness hides his face
Long-fingered hands poke from his sleeves
Intense the air feels as he leaves
Where was the place when last was seen?
Traipsed through the sands of Tatooine
What was his mission, what brought him back?
Are evil forces what he tracks?
Approach with caution, his ways are eerie
Yet when he meets you, he’s quite cheery!
Throws back his hood, extends one hand
Claps hard your shoulder with smile quite grand -
“Tho nithe to thee you onths again!
Theemth every year, on thandy plain!
Can’t thstop now, needsth I muthst attend,
May the fourth be with you, ciao my friend!”
Awww, I remember who this was
So memorable he was! Because
There’s nothing better, I am guessing
Receiving Jedi’s treasured blessing
And though from tongue his howdy trips
I’ll always prize that Jedi’s lisp
For like baptism by holy spittle
You feel reborn, and soaked, a little…