And as in Cattish thought he stood,
The PermaThread, with FAQs of flame,
Came posting through the newbie wood,
And Refreshed as it came.

One, two! One, two! And clog-soled shoes
Through jigs and reels went snicker-snack;
Though left for dead, Song Challenge threads
Came still galumphing back.
A frown creased Alice's brow. "Perhaps I should not have taken that last sugar cube with my tea..."