Onward, onward, to 15K!
Onward, onward we sing!
Beyond 15 lies 20 and more
It is nothing, it means not a thing.

Dear MOAB commands us,
BS drives us on,
Courage and Truth are our keys,
Tho' freds roil around us,
Tho' our foes us assail,
We shall never fall to our knees!

Through blistering hail and shivering sun,
Through floods, tempest, and quake
Dear MOAB stills call us,
We shall answer her call
Tho' we've nothing to eat but a hake.

Then onward! And upward! On to 200K!
Three hundred! A billion or more!
MOAB commands us and we shall obey
And BS will live evermore!!

         -- Chauncey Kincaid, Poems Old and New, 1903.