Young Billy FifeAll the teddy bears gathered around,
And settled into a huddle.
A secret meeting this certainly was,
To deal with a certain trouble.
They talked long into the unsettled night
About how to end a life.
And, thus, a dolorous plan was hatched
To kill young Billy Fife.
Billy was a lively lad
Who was at the age of six.
Spent his days in the town
Playing many mean old tricks.
Yes, Billy was an evil child,
(Spare a thought for the mother!)
A boy who knew just what was right,
But went and did the other!
Thus, the teddy bears went to hunt.
To slay the loathsome child,
One had a knife, another an axe,
Their retribution not mild.
For young Billy Fife, of evil bent,
Did store his toys most oddly,
For pinned to the wall was a bear quite small,
With its eyes all bulged and oggly.
Pinned, do you ask? Yes, believe what I say.
A carving knife was the method!
Because of this the teddies marched on,
With their murderous rage untethered.
Poor Billy Fife, asleep in his bed,
With the teddy bears 'round him,
The Minecrafter's PrayerOur Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.The Minecrafter's Prayer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.