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!