This story shall the good rodent teach her son;
And Loungers shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the Lounge,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of Loungers;
For s/he to-day that types his/her posts with me
Shall be my buddy; be s/he ne'er so vile (I refer to Heatseek and Scooby ),
This day shall gentle her condition (though she be a crotchety bunny):
And gentlemen (and women) in LiveCloud now a-bed (the lazy gits!! )
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their wallets and purses cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Bunny's day.
Yes, I have deified meself - well, it had to happen someday!