Of quality, we are full blessed
Our stuff enriches all the rest!
So rich of content, sweet in odor
Thickly spread, by kind encoder,
Thoughts of depth and insight vasty,
Quickly etherized to ASCII!
Lo, how brilliance flaunts each test
To shine more brightly than the rest,
Sparkling in moonlight, and day-shine,
Beyond the scope of mortal time!
Honor to MOAB! See her stand
Above all others in the land.
Now come ye forth, with drums, with thunder
And help her reach Her Magic Number,
With passion, jest, and colored phrases,
From far-flung, visionary places
Until, with glory, rhyme, and song
The thread grows to ten thousand strong!
Than shall we cheer, and jump around,
And shivered cries come tumbling down
And glamour shine from every head.
Then, spend us all two days in bed,
Resting and wasted, too drawn to speak,
From reaching that climactic peak!
Oh, what surprise and glorious thunder,
When Mother makes her Ultimate Number!

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