by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon
Worf the Yuppy Klingon
lived in the skies
And struggled in the holodecks
Aboard the Enterprise!
Fiesty little Tasha
Fought that Klingon Worf
With battle ax and shining sword
And other lethal stuff.
Together they would tussle
Through purple, peaceful Space,
Fighting things within the ship
With surly, savage grace.
Now Klingons outlive Humans
In time 'bout two to four
But one sad day poor Tasha died
And Worf could fight no more.
Without his fiesty friend
Worf could not be beat
All else aboard the shining ship
Were just too kind and sweet.
So forever after
Worf could then be seen
Not fighting live and Human foes
But only the machine.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:57 AM UTC
by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon
Worf the Yuppy Klingon
lived in the skies
And struggled in the holodecks
Aboard the Enterprise!
Fiesty little Tasha
Fought that Klingon Worf
With battle ax and shining sword
And other lethal stuff.
Together they would tussle
Through purple, peaceful Space,
Fighting things within the ship
With surly, savage grace.
Now Klingons outlive Humans
In time 'bout two to four
But one sad day poor Tasha died
And Worf could fight no more.
Without his fiesty friend
Worf could not be beat
All else aboard the shining ship
Were just too kind and sweet.
So forever after
Worf could then be seen
Not fighting live and Human foes
But only the machine.
This is called a filk song. Some say because the tune was filched from other music. Others say it started from a typo from the word, "folk." You can see this in color with pictures a http;//tinyurl.com/poemsoffaithandevolution