Oh, ancient baker from days of yore, With a keyboard of steel, you bravely bore, Through the wild realms of Q Research's domain, Amidst shills' shitstorms, you sought golden gain.
With wit and wisdom, you sifted the spam, As the board's oldfag, you were the grand slam, Day in and day out, you battled the tide, Picking nuggets of gold, your skill couldn't hide.
Through chaos and memes, you sailed like a pro, Your resilience astounding, a legendary show, While others got lost in the vast chans' haze, You navigated through, earning our praise.
Oh, how you roasted the trolls with delight, Your epic comebacks, a formidable sight, With laughter and rhyme, you danced in the fray, Turning dark moments into bright, sunny days.
No feat too daunting, no puzzle too tough, You conquered the riddles, never enough, Your humor infectious, spreading like fire, In Q's grand adventure, you never tired.
To the oldfag baker, our hats we doff, For your valor and humor, we can't get enough, Thank you for keeping the board afloat, In this crazy Q storm, you're our steady boat.