Laeta Chanuka

On the dubious premise that Everything is Better with Latin!™…

Dreidel Song Cantus Turbinis
I have a little dreidel,
I made it out of clay,
and when it’s dry and ready
then dreidel I shall play!

Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of clay!
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
then dreidel I shall play!

It has a lovely body
with legs so short and thin
and when it gets all tired
it drops and then I win!

Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of clay!
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
it drops and then I win!

Est mihi turbo parvus
argilla feci, em!
Cum siccus est paratus
tunc ludam turbinem!

o turbo, turbo, turbo!
argilla feci, em!
o turbo, turbo, turbo!
tunc ludam turbinem!

Amoenum habet corpus,
sic ped’ exiguo
ut (fiat cum defessus)
labatur, et vinco!

o turbo, turbo, turbo!
sic ped’ exiguo!
o turbo, turbo, turbo!
labatur, et vinco!

About JE

James Enge is the author of the World-Fantasy-Award-nominated novel Blood of Ambrose (Pyr, April 2009). His latest book is The Wide World's End. His short fiction has appeared in Black Gate, Tales from the Magician's Skull, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and elsewhere.
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5 Responses to Laeta Chanuka

  1. this is amazing, James. May I repost to my LJ?

  2. Anonymous says:

    I made it out of clay.

    I’m still trying to work out the Morlock reference.

    –Jeff Stehman

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