It will not be, keberoxu
For who would stoop to do it? Who?
Mother of greatness! Mother of toasts!
Mother of fifty-six thousand posts!
Cheerer of souls! Shunner of ghosts!
Who of ALL threads has given most!
Stop the MOAB? Close the thread?
Send to rest her poor gray head?
Oh, never let such things be said
While e'en ONE sibling wields a pen
And gives one post to raise her up again!
ONWARD, my siblets! Onward still, I say,
For over the hill across the distant way
Lies the glittering dawn of Fifty Seven Kay!