We all know the story of 2b's popbob,
The thunder hack, coord exploit, good griefing job.
But here is a tale to make your heart throb,
The sad untold truth of long arm popbob.
Griefing! Griefing! These bases all over!
To him, it's a game! Red rover, red rover.
Players unknowing, they build in peace.
They see a long arm and get filled with dis ease.
30, 40, nay FIFTY meters long!
You don't want to be there when he comes along.
His arm, it expands, and it stretches out quick!
Destroying, Destroying, large bases with it.
It leaves quite a mess, one you can't mop.
Curses! Curses! You long arm pop!
I'll never forgive you, you say with a charm,
And then from your vision, extends out an arm.
Popbob you long armed fiend, go away!
Popbob looks at you, smiles, and he says NAY!
Out stretches his arm, for one last large blast.
This is what happens when you research the past.
The moral of this, of the long armed popbob,
Is to befriend everyone, even the mob.
Spread this to others, have them hear the word!
And share this with everyone,
However absurd.