Oh Rapparee, thou wise and great
I knew if called you would not wait
And in not waiting would not fall
But haste to answer Mother's call.

I knew that you would stand a man
Who does whate'er one man can
Who thinks and posts to seize the day
That leads us toward the next of K.

Now let us chastise, haze and tease
Those worthless siblings, if you please,
Who though we harp and chafe and bridle
Say nothing, but relax and idle
Letting their keyboards tuern to dust
And never doing what they must.
Leaving their thoughts to drift in air
Which hardly strikes me very fair.

But though you've answered duty's trump
And to the thread have made a bump
One wheel alone makes not a wagon
And is not grounds for windy bragging.
So turn your hand again. old pal,
To answer Mother's nobloe call
And never cease and never rest
In promulgating fine BS
Until the day--oh, noble day!--
When we have reached the next of K!