Oh, Danny boy, the fora, the fora are calling From pen to pen, and round the web world wide. The sites near gone, and all the stats falling, It's you, but the moose must go and you must bide. I'll not come back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the forums hushed and pink with porn, It's your fault that the sites just a shadow,— Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, you suck and i dislike you so. But when ye come, and all the site is dying, The forum's dead, as dead as my respect for thee, I'd like think you'd be sorry but i'd be lying, You'll just make more excuses for your laxity. And I shan't hear, though doubtless you'll curse me, And without you the happier i'll be, For you failed as an owner and you're no leader as all can see The site is dead... cos you repeatedly failed to pay the server fee. Oh Danny boy.
