In the realms where code doth flow, like ink on parchment, fair and true,
There lies a world of open source, where spirits freely brew.
A world where minds do mingle, and ideas take flight,
In languages of logic, they weave their code at night.
Oh, hear me now, good listener, as I do spin this tale,
Of those who toil in darkness, for the common good’s avail.
No royal purse doth line their pockets, nor do they seek renown,
Yet in their hearts, a fire burns, for knowledge to be known.
They gather ’round their computers, in rooms both vast and small,
In cities far and wide, they heed the open source call.
With fingers dancing on the keys, they craft their lines of code,
To build a world where freedom reigns, and secrets are bestowed.
« What’s this? » thou mayst ask, « Why give away their precious time?
Why share their creations, when they could reap the prize? »
‘Tis simple, kind Sir, or Lady fair, ’tis in their nature so,
To help their fellow man, and watch their knowledge grow.
For in this world of open source, there lies a secret lore,
Where each one’s gain doth benefit all, and no one doth ignore.
A line of code, a thought, a notion pure and bright,
Can change the world, can set it free, can banish darkest night.
So let us raise a glass, to those who toil in code,
Who make our world a brighter place, who guide us down the road.
For in their hearts, a love doth burn, for open source they sing,
A world where knowledge is not locked, but set on freedom’s wing.