Come all ye loyal MOAB sons
And all MOAB daughters, too
And never let the scorn of others
Have a bad effect on you.

You may ride your chair buck naked
By the monitor's green glow
And never wear a stitch while here,
And no-one else need know!

So fear no bad opinion
Nor fussywussy wives
But follow MOABS freeing light
And live your own free lives.

The gossips and the bitches
Let them whisper where they will
And ride your keyboard starkers,
For the MOAB standeth still!

And for your freedom standeth tall
And evermore will do!
The MOAB's torch will never fall,
Held high by folks like you.


(Songs of Proud MOAB, 1899, Charles Whistlestop Playgummer, Rochester, NY)