My Internet is a mighty Book,
It has a trillion pages.
Its covers are the skies above,
Its chapters all the ages.
The Andes Mountains for the spine,
Glass fiber for the stitching;
Both under sea and under foot
Letters fly bewitching.
Open always and for all,
It speaks in all the tongues;
Its coffee-scented stories
Fill my heart and lungs.
But in this world no good can be
Left happy, free, and green,
Unchallenged by that fearsome greed,
Man’s weakling wretched spleen.
Lo, Silverfish and wicked Mould,
Through leaves their armies creeping,
Leaving rot and pages stuck,
And luckless children weeping.
But my Internet is a mighty book,
And good things it was taught.
Guardian of the global soul,
It leaves no field unfought.
Its bookmarks ranks of pointed spears,
Its links a chain of mail;
Fast as light, a loyal knight,
Its mission cannot fail.
