They scream through the forest
on cold steel chariots,
Imperial Storm Troopers
in shiny white armor
carrying the weapons they need
to beat back the wild.
The Ewoks gather in a circle
howling at the moon
and dancing with the trees
as they sing smiling songs
and gather their courage
to defend the Ancient Elders.
What an impossible sight!
A clan of small,
hairy wood folk
with home-made tools
facing a million Storm Troopers
and their well-oiled machines.
But oh, give me
a clan of hairy wood folk
to howl and dance with
and we’ll chase off
those Imperial troops
any day.