O’er the world we came in hordes,

Tempest tossed, were we.

Alighted on this foreign shore,

Storm sick from life at sea.

Freshly built and blue as sky,

We craned our necks to look.

A site so clean to my spaced eyes,

That was the Ould Facebook.

Join we did, with a wide smile,

For it was a simple deed.

Pictures, pokes and profiles,

Were all we’d ever need.

We’d recover now, in this pleasant ward,

In our bastion, castle, our rook.

But how like that piece on the chessboard,

Was the Ould Facebook?

For the rook, it moves sneak’ly about,

During the game of kings.

Our site, once simple, kept putting out,

Updates and complex things.

So apps and games and new designs,

Were everywhere we’d look.

Then ads a’plenty and big timelines,

Obscured the Ould Facebook. 

But this is our land, we will not leave,

Whatever she becomes.

Of Plus we found we have no need,

For what existed once.

So raise a glass to her memory,

Our hearts and minds she took.

And all cry out in harmony

“Bring back the Ould Facebook!”