From Kilroy to George Washington And countless others through the years By graffitti and knotched bed-posts We leave our marks both far and near On sign-posts and on street-maps Or on lavatory walls In floral script or furtive scratchings We make our passoing known to all Early drawings by cave-dwellers Tell the tale of the hunt As instinctively we try to communicate With more than clubs and grunts It does not matter if we're listened to Only that we speak That we recount what has transpired From eons past , or just last week In this way we prove existence By the stories that we tell If not to any others At least unto ourselves And for those who are to follow We leave a trail that they might So with your fore-bearance I leave my mark on your website From cavern walls to compiter screens The message is quite clear One imperative of our species Is to say that we were here !
Hey Doc! I'm just floatin' around in the posts of old. Thought I'd leave my mark on the fine post. Don't know that you'll read this, but hope your world is still round and spinnin'. Peace to you my friend.
"We'll chase them like rats across the tundra."