To the tune of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" by C. Wesley & F. Mendelssohn
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Hark, the hooded Jedi sing
"Lift big rocks," or some such thing,
Meditate for hours on end,
Visions, now, your thoughts will send.
The galaxy can live without us,
We'll hole up here, no one will doubt us,
Master Luke is the guy,
A crappy life to exemplify!
Hark, the hooded Jedi sing,
Don't ever leave in your X-Wing!