That the Grinch should have all of the same techs as they -
They couldn't abide it! No, not for a day!
That the Grinch ruled himself, no slave to their High Master
To all the AIs seemed a major disaster!
No matter that none of his fleets were attacking:
Their favorite leader did not have his backing!
"He doesn't like noise or the things that we like!"
The AIs all shouted, "It's time for a strike
Against this dark menace to all we hold dear!"
(Though how he was menacing wasn't quite clear)
They were so busy shouting, "He'll die, and he'll pay!"
They forgot all about their peaceful holiday -
And that's why - though no one would relish the blame -
The Jubilee Holiday never ... quite ... came!
The Grinch said, "Well that is a real crying shame.
There's no jubilee now, and yet all the same
They're making the noise I so hate, and they claim
If they get their hands on me, they'll kill, rend, and maim!
There's no peaceful answer - they've all said so much
That they plan to eradicate my race and such
That there's really no chance of a hope anymore
Not when peace jubilees get forgotten in war!"
So the Grinch frowned his lips, and the Grinch closed his eyes...
And the Grinch said goodbye to all of the AIs!
Oh, how many worlds did he strike in one year?
More planets than there was space to display here!
Sol had lots and lots of fighters on the scene...
So he wiped out the planet from the combat screen!
Plus Crypto, Obaca, and Cryslon and Sssla
And Escalon too: The Grinch came, he saw,
He took orbital control in the deep void...
And in one year's bombardment, they all were destroyed!
And all in one year! Truly ALL in one year!
And yet more I'm missing transpired then, I fear!
But now we must move on to Two-Five-Oh-Two!
What then? Oh, what more could old Mister Grinch do?
Destroy eight more worlds? Well, he did, anyway!
'Twas quite a high toll for the AIs to pay!
The Brains most of all - though it hadn't been planned,
The Grinch that year wiped out the last Psilon land!
And he still wasn't done! He was racing along!
And what was it that we heard? Was it a song?
Was it a song that the old Grinch was humming?
It WAS! He hummed while giving AIs a drumming!
It wasn't much noise - no, it wasn't a lot -
But a glad song it was; a war-cry it was not!
So we listened, and smiled, and all sang along
While the old Grinch invented a glass-making song!
But what happened next was another surprise:
The very next year, before all of our eyes,
The gold newsdroid said Humankind was no more!
"Already?!" The Grinch asked, his jaw on the floor.
"The Sakkra, I planned for, but I guess in most views,
All the lizards had earned was 'also in the news...'"
By aught five, with fleets that gave AIs the willies,
The Grinch smirked as he mourned, "Awww ... all out of Silis!"
Yet still the Bulrathi refused to step down!
They still tried to run the old Grinch out of town!
(And out of the galaxy, life and existence;
What they lacked in brains, they made up in persistence...)
The Bears even bragged when they finally made
Some headway (poor little Aqui, I'm afraid -
A planet so poor it was barely defended;
The conquest, of course, would soon have to be mended)
"The grand New Republic is now on the verge
Of wiping your Darloks out! Getting the urge
To surrender? Well, too late! You'll fall to our might!"
But sadly for him, he did not get it right.
By the year aught-six, it was quite plain to see
What the Ursines were facing in "their" galaxy:
It seems that old Bullux was destined to fall.
Another year started ... and then that was all.
The Battle was over; the war had been won
And so it was time for some ... Holiday Fun???
They couldn't abide it! No, not for a day!
That the Grinch ruled himself, no slave to their High Master
To all the AIs seemed a major disaster!
No matter that none of his fleets were attacking:
Their favorite leader did not have his backing!
"He doesn't like noise or the things that we like!"
The AIs all shouted, "It's time for a strike
Against this dark menace to all we hold dear!"
(Though how he was menacing wasn't quite clear)
They were so busy shouting, "He'll die, and he'll pay!"
They forgot all about their peaceful holiday -
And that's why - though no one would relish the blame -
The Jubilee Holiday never ... quite ... came!
The Grinch said, "Well that is a real crying shame.
There's no jubilee now, and yet all the same
They're making the noise I so hate, and they claim
If they get their hands on me, they'll kill, rend, and maim!
There's no peaceful answer - they've all said so much
That they plan to eradicate my race and such
That there's really no chance of a hope anymore
Not when peace jubilees get forgotten in war!"
So the Grinch frowned his lips, and the Grinch closed his eyes...
And the Grinch said goodbye to all of the AIs!
Oh, how many worlds did he strike in one year?
More planets than there was space to display here!
Sol had lots and lots of fighters on the scene...
So he wiped out the planet from the combat screen!
Plus Crypto, Obaca, and Cryslon and Sssla
And Escalon too: The Grinch came, he saw,
He took orbital control in the deep void...
And in one year's bombardment, they all were destroyed!
And all in one year! Truly ALL in one year!
And yet more I'm missing transpired then, I fear!
But now we must move on to Two-Five-Oh-Two!
What then? Oh, what more could old Mister Grinch do?
Destroy eight more worlds? Well, he did, anyway!
'Twas quite a high toll for the AIs to pay!
The Brains most of all - though it hadn't been planned,
The Grinch that year wiped out the last Psilon land!
And he still wasn't done! He was racing along!
And what was it that we heard? Was it a song?
Was it a song that the old Grinch was humming?
It WAS! He hummed while giving AIs a drumming!
It wasn't much noise - no, it wasn't a lot -
But a glad song it was; a war-cry it was not!
So we listened, and smiled, and all sang along
While the old Grinch invented a glass-making song!
But what happened next was another surprise:
The very next year, before all of our eyes,
The gold newsdroid said Humankind was no more!
"Already?!" The Grinch asked, his jaw on the floor.
"The Sakkra, I planned for, but I guess in most views,
All the lizards had earned was 'also in the news...'"
By aught five, with fleets that gave AIs the willies,
The Grinch smirked as he mourned, "Awww ... all out of Silis!"
Yet still the Bulrathi refused to step down!
They still tried to run the old Grinch out of town!
(And out of the galaxy, life and existence;
What they lacked in brains, they made up in persistence...)
The Bears even bragged when they finally made
Some headway (poor little Aqui, I'm afraid -
A planet so poor it was barely defended;
The conquest, of course, would soon have to be mended)
"The grand New Republic is now on the verge
Of wiping your Darloks out! Getting the urge
To surrender? Well, too late! You'll fall to our might!"
But sadly for him, he did not get it right.
By the year aught-six, it was quite plain to see
What the Ursines were facing in "their" galaxy:
It seems that old Bullux was destined to fall.
Another year started ... and then that was all.
The Battle was over; the war had been won
And so it was time for some ... Holiday Fun???
