The Ballad of Maul-Who
Lo beneath WhoVille, in a decrepit old cellar
Lived Young Darth Maul-Who, an angry who-fella.
He'd never seen Christmas,
His master forbid it.
Deep down he was curious,
But he was smart.
And he hid it.
Sheev Pale-Who, the chancellor of Whoville
was jealous of Christmas,
The dude had no chill.
He thirst for who-power and praise,
But holiday festivities overshadowed him in too many ways.
Sheev called for his servant, that angry Maul-Who
"Help the Grinch with his mission, I leave it to you."
Maul-who simply bowed
Before storming on out.
He'd help the grinch.
Only AFTER enjoying Christmas all out.
It was all for the mission, the grinch was going to steal Christmas.
To make sure he got all of it,
Maul-who had to understand all Christmas business.
Maul-who stalked among the happy who-people.
He scoffed at the decor and garrish attire,
They all so foolish, they all looked so feeble.
But the longer he looked, the more he kind of liked it.
When offered a festive frost beverage, Maul thought darkly, "Alright, I'll try it!"
He liked the drink
And then he liked some candies
Then he liked a sweater and a who-reindeer named Randy.
He was downing his fifth festive beverage and candy mint rhombus,
When a thought struck him
Hard
Like ya mum when you cuss.
'Sheev Pale-Who was a fuck and he knew it',
Darth Maul-Who loved Christmas, and his old master could screw it.