With heartfelt apologies to Tom Lehrer...

I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you (and me!) forget perhaps for a while that World of Warcraft is in unscheduled maintenance. Here's a song all about spring-time in general, and in particular, about one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords all we WoW addicts.

Spring is here, spring is here!
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring!
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me!

All of WoW seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we're murdering murlocs in the marsh!
Every Sunday you'll see
My voidwalker and me
As we murder the murlocs in the marsh!

When they see us coming, the murlocs all try and hide
But they still attack warlocks with imps out at their side
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right
When we're murdering murlocs in the marsh!
La laaaa, doo de doo da da doo de dooooo, dum de dum…

We've gained notoriety
And caused some anxiety
In DEHTA's society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names!
But we're not killing beasts in the Tundra,
So they'll let us cleave murlocs asunder!
(Plus one must murder things as a warlock,
And at least we're not messing with gorlocs…)

So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll murder the murlocs in the marsh!
And maybe we'll do in a kobold or two
As we murder the murlocs in the marsh!

We'll dismember them all amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment! (Forsaken apothecary laughs)
My pulse, it will quicken
As each murloc's stricken
(With dots we will git 'em!)
And murder the murlocs in the marsh!

(To the tune of "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" ...as if you really had to be told! XD)