Tux The Magic Penguin

Version 0.1

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


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


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!


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