of the computer that I have,
as she lies here beside me
churning away at her disk,
and the screensaver in a fine mist
floats on the display,
reflecting the glow of the
winter moonlight.
Through disks and tapes
We will endure
As we pass surely
Through every crash
A time for us
Some day there'll be
A neeeeeeeeeeewww (make) world
A world of shining machine
For FreeBSD..
Some day there'll be
When send-pr's are torn
By courage born
Of a BSD that's Free
A time when commits
So long denied
Can floooooooooooour-ish
As we unveil the ports we now must hide..
(Instigated by: confidential new-port PRs)
It could fill up your hard drive overnight,
If you must complain you can send-pr here,
But I need a break and I want to be a ports tree manager,
Ports tree manager,
Ports tree manaaaaaaaageeeeer..
I'll be porting more in a day or two,
I can make it longer if you like the ports,
I've been changing it 'round and I want to be a
Ports tree manager,
Ports tree manageeeeeeeer..
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had a new INDEX.
you will know that I am gone,
you will hear James' perl ports fill the tree,
600 ports, 600 ports, 600 ports, 600 ports,
we now have 600 ports in the tree.