Joe, you are an unashamed Jesus phone user
You dont take any grief from any luser
Your perl fu stands head and shoulders above,
But somedays that is just not enough.
You were briefly courted by Ning,
Just so you know we wouldn't trade you for anything
You are well known for speaking your mind
But sometimes it feels so unkind.
Do you think you could be nice, if even for a day
But be sure that we love you no matter what you do
We are on the hunt for a new president and you know who would be best,
For once you and I agree, and in this I do not jest.
So, what are we going to do now. You have started working for slayer
of hopes and dreams and the betrayer of sysadmins.
Next you'll be coming back and telling us that Java is not all that bad,
and we should all extoll the virtues of git.
Oh Joe, oh Joe, oh Joe
Whatever would we do without you?
Some days you get out of bed on the wrong side,
Others you're just like a grizzly bear with the flu.
You like to tease, poke and prod,
You set your standards really high,
But whatever happens to those who get it wrong?
You're always there to say I told you so,
Or just call someone a twit.
Now you have Gavin to teach and guide
I'm sure he'll turn out just fine
Your choice of shell is ZSH,
That speaks volumes about your age.
Don't forget to remind us that git is the VCS that Jesus would use.
This past fall we finally got to meet,
Oh boy it was such a treat.
Today you're off too Disneyland,
Even at your age I'm sure it'll be grand.
