Anyway, this filk comes from Simon and Garfunkel's Patterns, off of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme.

Apologies to Simon and Garfunkel

The knife moves quickly, with the crash of falling code
Deftly severing servers cutting gamers from the node
And the light from a campfire shows a ribbon in his hair
It's a symbol of his sickness as he stands on bolders there

In a crowded game arcade in a crowded Mega-town
She's challenged her new sensei and made him look a clown
Choosing her own game - it's Super Moe Ball
Her ribbons fly about as "Master" takes his fall

Leaving the bath house for the robot to eat her pie
There her ribbons tell of losses at the end-point of a knife
Then her foe, at the booth, sees what his ally saw
And her ribbons tell a story showing ev'ry flaw

Now the ribbons have all snuck into ev'ry storyline
But it's fitting that they should for they've hacked into our minds
Like the zombies of his dreams or a sad girl in the snow
Our comic's full of ribbons that can scarcely be controlled

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