Matt McIrvin and Beable van Polasm got into a discussion about the Macintosh text editor BBedit and emacs, leading Plorkwort to write the following ballad, which jwgh then recorded.

Editors at War

The night was dark and storms were near,
And thunder shook the floor.
The turbid air was filled with fear,
And editors at war.

With one fell macro, a paragraph filled
And BBedit roared;
And in gnus a poster was killed
In a single keychord.

Throughout the night, the titans clashed
And only dawn would see
If BBEdit crashed, by emacs bashed
Or who would the victor be.