Tux, the magic penguin, written up in C
frolicked
in the server space with licences liberee
Joe the average user
loved that rebel bird
and processed text and played with games,
Word documents and stuff
Tux, the magic penguin,
written up in C
frolicked in the server space with licence
liberee
Tux, the magic penguin, code communitee
moved on into
the user space and did it openly
Together they would travel in webspace
fearlessly
laughing at each virus, worm and crack they see
Noble
kings and princes, both proles and bourgoisie
joined our Joe the
user from in Gnome or K-D-E
CHORUS
The secret of the penguin is a licence that is
free
not just low in price tag but granting liberty
Instead of
ruthless tactics, monopolise and clutch
he makes the whole pie
bigger, perhaps it's just too much
CHORUS
An idea lives forever, but not so companies
in
cut and thrust stock markets, no thank you and no please
one grey
night it happened, the last sucker paid no more
the ruthless
cut-throat greedy men were forced to shut their door
The penguin was too busy, to waste tears upon
their fate
the pretty new hyped features, for his foes were far
too late
but without the closed up systems, without the secret
files
the penguin and his users were free to set new styles!
CHORUS
Sing this to the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon. If any other tunes fit, please let me know.
Copyright © 2002 Leon Brooks <leon-delthisword@cyberknights.com.au>.
Permission is granted to copy, distribute and/or modify this document under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.1 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; a copy of the full licence is available on the internet at http://www.gnu.org/licenses/fdl.html