There was a time when mods, we did not fear When their messaged were calm And their words inviting There was a time when peace was here And Scratch was a song And the notes were exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I memes a meme in times gone by When hope was high and MAPs worth making I dreamed, that memes would never die I dreamed that mods would be forgiving Then I was new and unafraid And projects were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unplayed, no meme was wasted But the Scratch cat comes at night With his voice soft as thunder As he tears your hope apart As he turns your meme to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I meme he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are memes that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a meme my life would be So different from this hel-- er... HECK I'm living So different now from what it s(t)eemed (hams) Now life has killed the meme I memed
