(To the tune of "Home on the Range")
Oh give me a home, where the lag doesn't roam;
where my dear flamingos are not grey;
where seldom is heard crash-induced obscene words,
and the skies can be ultra all day!
Homes that aren't rezzed strange;
where my dear flamingos are not grey;
where seldom is heard crash-induced obscene words,
and the skies can be ultra all day!
The noob man is depressed since he can't see his chest,
and from grey his skin just will not turn.
It took him forever to get this pulled together,
and now his temper's starting to burn.
Homes that aren't rezzed strange;
where my dear flamingos are not grey;
where seldom is heard crash-induced obscene words,
and the skies can be ultra all day!
When it is midnight, and noob clothes are full bright
Say thanks to your lucky pixel stars.
Noobs watch you all amazed, and they ask as they gaze,
If you'll give them a lil linden love.
Homes that aren't rezzed strange;
where my dear flamingos are not grey;
where seldom is heard crash-induced obscene words,
and the skies can be ultra all day!
By The real life human being whose Second life presence is the avatar Nadya Kruyschek, and who will sue the very fucking skin off of your corpse if you steal her work.
