Let all Suvian flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing glitter-minded,
For with charge lists in their hands,
PPC agents descending
With the Canon to demand.

Over Arda, our Sue of Mary,
Ruled with glittered fist and lust,
Walk’d with Fellowship and woo’d many,
Twisting purposes to her own;
She has powers, yea, innumerable
But she only seeks her Twoo Wuv.

Rank on rank the host of Canon
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of Sue may vanish
As the glitter clears away.

In the wreck the tired agents,
Caffeinated with sleepless eyes,
Trudge through portals back to HQ
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Canon prevails!