Remember, remember! 
    The month of November, 
    The novel we all try to plot; 
    I know of no reason 
    The NaNoWri season 
    Should ever be forgot! 
    Now Adam and others 
    Prepared in their druthers, 
    To lay down a novel-length book 
    The word count they’re rousing
    Must hit fifty thousand  
    Or else their oath they’ll have forsook. 
    By light of computer, 
    These NaNoWri troopers
    Created whole worlds out of none,
    And thirty days later 
    Or sooner, so greater
    Their terrible first drafts were done. 
    So raise up your glasses 
    You NaNoWri masses 
    And revel in sweet victory
    And if you’re not finished
    Don’t let this diminish 
    Your drive for this strange industry
    Holloa, friends! holloa, friends! Make the bells ring! 
    Holloa, friends! holloa friends! The written word is King! 
    Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!