("...well no, because no one was ever here to begin with..." replied the goblin, adding "...I mean all that was ever here were just mere words upon you screen...", and with that the goblin felt that now would be a good time to take a short poetry break from all this serious posting, saying "...this one is an adaptation in the face of global warming...")
O Banana!
Home grown on native land!
New hybrid strains at your command.
With glowing hearts we see them rise,
Our new stock, strong and pest-free!
From far and wide,
O Banana, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
For bananas a plenty.
-fleamailman-
