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A fairly famous filker whom I'm sure you know and love
Was writing songs and seeking inspiration from above.
She was fishing for an angle to increase her record sales,
For the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
Her freshman year of college she marched for civil rights,
Protesting how the blacks were being treated by the whites.
Her musical career began with songs in Southern jails,
But the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
She soon became a peacenik, tried to take Chicago town.
On encountering a barricade, she'd holler "Bring it down!"
Her music would incite the crowds to riot, without fail,
For the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
She ended up an anarchist, her weapon was her songs.
She believed that music could be used to right all social wrongs.
While others sang a breezy tune, her words came out in gales,
For the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
She hides out in the desert, a survivalist at heart,
Eking out a spare existence, in which music plays its part.
She's something like a scorpion, with all that that entails,
For the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
Now she plays a monster twelve-string and she sings of outer space
To fen you would not recognize as members of our race.
Her lyrics reek of Kipling as our senses she assails,
And the female is more specious than the deadliest of males.
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