Sy Philus

OH LOOTFAIRY who art in Space
hallowed be thy name.
Thy lewtdrops come.
Thy will be done
In space as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our phat lewts
and forgive us our low security status,
as we forgive those who whore on our lossmails
and lead us into temptation,
and deliver us from concord
For thine is the kingdom of faction lewts
and the power, and the glory of officer fits,
for ever and ever
Amen.

Moore, Dennis Moore
Galloping through the sward
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
And his horse Concorde
He steals from the rich
And gives to the poor
Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Riding through the night
Soon every lupin in the land
Will be in his mighty hand
He steals them from the rich
And gives them to the poor
Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Dum dum dum the night
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Dum de dum dum plight