Oh once it was a great game.
That's somewhere in the past.
Back then the worlds were crowded
And new teams had to be applied for fast.
But everyone wanted something
Not all agreed on what.
So management gave us updates
And worse is what we got.
With all the best intentions
Thought they knew what they were doing.
So their best programmer went to work
And gave us all a ruin.
Oh somewhere in this far gone land the sun is shining brite.
And somewhere kids are playing and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere people play stratomatic while having fun and shout.
But there is no joy in Wisville. Cause the programmers struck out !