To the Bed, to the Bed! The white books are crying,
The stars are shining, and the white ehm moon is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Exa, Exa, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my mum that say "go to bed"?
I will leave, I will leave the boards that bore me;
For my days are ending and the net-connection failing.
I will pass the wide bathroom lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Handbasin falling,
Sweet are the voices of my waitin books calling,
In Caelnín, in MyHome that no ehm (no what?) can discover,
Where the PCs shut down not: land of myself for ever!
YEA!
ehem
ok
changed Legolas' Song of the Sea a little 😄
... what I wanted to say: g2g, read a little, good night ^^