"Home on the Plane" -- Erich Greene

  (to "Home on the Range")


Oh give me a home
where the fungus hills roam,
and the drow and the spiderfolk play.
Where never are heard
faeries' unholy words,
and the skies are not sunny all day.

Home, home on the plane
where the drow and the spiderfolk play.
Where never are heard
faeries' unholy words,
and the skies are not sunny all day.

Oh give me a land
where the green glowing sand
flows leisurely down the stream.
Where the graceful driders
cross the streams on ladders,
and the cities are good for a scream.

Home, home on the plane
where the drow and the spiderfolk play.
Where never are heard
faeries' unholy words,
and the skies are not sunny all day.