There once was a MOAB maid
Who never was afraid
Of GUESTS and dinks and uninformed finks
And Flamenco Teds who tried to raid
She went to Mother's house
With her keyboard and her mouse,
And when the Idaho Legion came to town
She could always hold her own.

cho: Oh, you can't fool me, I'm sticking to the MOAB,
I'm sticking to the MOAB,I'm sticking to the MOAB
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the MOAB,
I'm sticking to the MOAB till the day I die.

This MOAB maid was wise
To the tricks of GUESTs and spies,
She couldn't be fooled by some damfool
She knew that Mom was cool...
She never had to dread
When she'd post to the MOAB thread
She'd post her post and make her boast,
And this is what she'd say:

cho: Oh, you can't fool me, I'm sticking to the MOAB,
I'm sticking to the MOAB,I'm sticking to the MOAB
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the MOAB,
I'm sticking to the MOAB till the day I die.

                      -- Anonymous, Songs, Poems, Doggerell, Broadsides, Boredsides, Backsides, Sharps and Flats of the MOAB (Murrain, Maine: Footrot Press, fl. 1834)