This emerged from the collective unconscious of the mailing list in the first days of 2001. Response to the turn of the millenium? Random outpouring of silliness? Poorly-aimed mind control beams? You decide. I can't recall who started it (Tepes? the fiend?), but they said: I saw a little birdie, just a sittin on a line I saw a little birdie, and he danced and cut a shine I saw a little birdie, framed with yella sun behind I saw a little birdie, et him up and made him mine. Alex (ilikemonkeys@yahoo.com): I saw a little froggie, sittin' on his lily pad I saw a little froggie, and he hopped about like mad I saw a little froggie, oh, how his froggie skin shined I saw a little froggie, et him up and made him mine. Tepes (tepes@sdf.lonestar.org): I saw a little granny, sittin in her rockin chair I saw a little granny, toothless smile and silver hair I saw a little granny, on her porch a sippin wine I saw a little granny, et her up and made her mine. Alik : I saw a little elder, sittin on a gilded throne I saw a little elder, whose Humanity was gone I saw a little elder, playing games with all the kine I saw a little elder, et him up and made him mine. Popel (malkav@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca): I saw a little fish malk, sittin on a bath mat I saw a little fish malk, mewing like a cat I saw a little fish malk, wasting my percious time I saw a little fish malk, et him up and made him mine. Alik : I saw a little pronoun, sitting in a phrase I saw a little pronoun, used in many ways I saw a little pronoun, binding up the world like twine I saw a little pronoun, et up and made mine. the fiend (turner23@thehub.com.au), overachieving again: i saw a little nosfer, sulking in a sewer. i saw a little nosfer, his intentions, oh so pure. i saw a little nosfer, his teeth, they did entwine i saw a little nosfer, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little brujah, beating in some head. i saw a little brujah, talking philosophy long dead. i saw a little brujah, plotting there with thine. i saw a little brujah, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little tremere, calling things unspoken. i saw a little tremere, in his city of hoboken. i saw a little tremere, warding off objects of pine. i saw a little tremere, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little ventrue, his eating, oh so picky. i saw a little ventrue, his situation sticky. i saw a little ventrue, he could not prove his true blood line. i saw a little ventrue, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little gangrel, running with the pack. i saw a little gangrel, never prone upon her back. i saw a little gangrel, with everything just fine. i saw a little gangrel, et her up and made her mine. i saw a little torrie, at a big art show. i saw a little torrie, dropping names like they were snow. i saw a little torrie, saying he liked kevin kline. i saw a little torrie, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little caitiff, enter the city true. i saw a little caitiff, making his way through. i saw a little caitiff, in my feeding ground he did dine. i saw a little caitiff, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little erehwon, setting up the whole shebang. i saw a little erehwon, hanging with the gang. i saw a little erehwon, get lost in the ivy vine. i saw a little erehwon, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little badger, drinking coffee all the while. i saw a little badger, offering much style. i saw a little badger, march against the lurker line. i saw a little badger, et him up and made him mine. i saw a little riahanna, posting when she can. i saw a little riahanna, holding court upon the chan. i saw a little riahanna, when the list ran like the rhine. i saw a little riahanna, et her up and made her mine. i saw a little harlequin, playing tha game of life. i saw a little harlequin, provoking so much strife. i saw a little harlequin, they said it would never be benign. i saw a little harlequin, it et him up and left me cry'n'. i saw a little fiendy, beard blowing in the breeze. i saw a little fiendy, a lap with great big knees. i saw a little fiendy, writing with such a fervor. i saw a little fiendy, and chipped my tooth upon the mirror. The Copper Cricket (raining_tears@hotmail.com): I heard a little song, as it went twirling through my brain; I heard a little song, and the song was insane. I heard a little song - Not your normal tune, tis true, For now I've heard this little song, it's -stuck like glue-.