(With apologies to Don McLean)

Long, long time ago, I can still remember
How that blue bird made me smile.
And I knew if I had my phone
that I could make some people groan
and maybe hate puns less for just a while.

But November made me shiver
with every bad joke I delivered.
Bad news on the timeline
(bad time to give up wine)

I can’t remember if I cried
when I heard about Musk’s Twitter buy
But something touched me deep inside
the day that Twitter died.

Bye, bye you cute little bird
One-forty or Two-eighty
still Trump was absurd
them good ol’ boys would tweet lots of turd
singing “here’s a good place to tell lies”
Here’s a good place to tell lies

Oh and while Elon was looking down
The Dev team stole his thorny crown
The office was locked secure
No one could return

And while Musk thought it was a lark
Gen Z voted in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day that Twitter died

We were singing, Bye, bye you cute little bird
One-forty or Two-eighty
still Trump was absurd
them good ol’ boys would tweet lots of turd
singing “here’s a good place to tell lies”
Here’s a good place to tell lies