(To the tune of ‘Away In A Manger’)
Away in the Temple, no Sith do they roam,
Just Masters and Pad’wans who are quite at home.
The stars in the bright sky, look down at them there,
And if Yoda’s a green troll they don’t kn-ow or care.
The Council are calling, the Master awakes,
But darling lil’ Obi no snoring he makes.
Be near me, dear Force, I ask thee to stay,
And be by my side until Mace goes away.