‘Twas the night before EOS conf and right through the ship,
Not a creature was stirring, not one little bit.
Pirates in hammocks, they were not a stirring,
In the still of the night, nothing was occurring.
The sea-dogs were snoring, the waves gently lapping,
Against the side of the ship, came a gentle tapping.
A hook could be seen that would soon get them yearning,
Engagement abound at the things they’d be learning.
Then out on the deck there came such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the deck I flew like a flash,
With my pirating shoes I really could dash!
Stood there on the deck was a man with a cutlass,
Dave was his first name with the surname of Burgess.
Arrived had this maverick to inspire us all,
He leapt to the poop and we were enthralled!!
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