The Legend of Omphalonika

[bnewman]

This song is part seven of the song cycle Melissa Mielfée and the Omphalonian Orchid, a Harry Potter x Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fanfic.

lyrics by Benjamin Newman

ttto: "Oompa Loompa Song" from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, by Walter Scharf and Anthony Newley

 

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/ Am -G / -Am DmE / 1st / -Am EAm /

 

Oompa Loompa doompity doo

I have an ancient story for you

Oompa Loompa doompity dee

If you are wise you'll listen to me

 

/ Am -C / G C / F C / Dm E(7) / E FE7 /

 

There once was an island covered in trees

Where small folk dwelt in plenty and ease

Wizards from Greece found our spices of worth

Called our land "Navel of the Earth"

They called it "Omphalonika"

 

Oompa Loompa, commerce and trade

Feasts and friends and fortunes were made

But the Bronze Age ended in woe

All those long-lost ages ago

 

Then new Wizards came to our home

Bearing the sword of Imperial Rome

Demanded tribute that wasn't their right

We refused and prepared to fight

Fight them for our freedom!

 

Oompa Loompa, battle and war

We had strong magic, the Wizards had more

We fought well, but in spite of our pains

Half our folk were taken in chains

 

The Elders knew it was not going well

At last they prepared a most desperate spell

To seal our land from the Enemy's spears

A dozen, dozen, dozen years

That's one thousand seven hundred

 

Oompa Loompa, ages have past

Another Wizard found us at last

The very day that the spell was undone

He washed ashore -- could he be the one?

 

Young and brash and extremely naive

He learned of us what we let him believe

But he shared our obsession with sweets

We told him it would be our treat

To help him run his factory

 

Oompa Loompa, innocent fool!

Wonka was merely our pawn and our tool

We made his chocolate, but why we were there

Was to find out how the Stolen had fared

 

Wonka knew nothing, what could he say?

The rest of the Wizards were hidden away

Living in secret from non-magic folk

Making our people bear a yoke

Keeping them as House Elves

 

Oompa Loompa, pallid and drawn

Something remains, but something is gone

Our strong magic lives in them still

But Wizards stole away their free will

 

Born into bondage, what could be worse?

Born under an Imperius Curse!

That's not nature, it's somebody's fault!

Who do you think should bear the guilt?

The Wizards who enslaved them!

 

Oompa Loompa, you can be sure

For every curse, the Land has a cure

Herbs and spices are medicines all

It was for this we answered the call

 

Tend to the orchid, tend to the bee

Epiphytes grow hydroponically

Jars of honey amass on the shelves

A taste of home will free the Elves

Every single one of them

 

Oompa Loompa, folk of the Land

The time to act is almost at hand

We will see the prophecy through

Like the Oompa Loompa doompity do!